Skulduggery had seen the outside of the hospital many times. He'd caught a glimpse of the inside a week or so ago, just after he brought an injured Captain Amelia there directly after the bombings. But he hadn't, as yet, actually stepped inside. Not because he didn't trust hospitals, but... well, because he didn't trust hospitals. Not with his unique anatomy. Skulduggery didn't even have any blood to donate. He had very little reason to give hospitals more than a passing thought.

Here, however, there was very little chance of anyone being so intent on the impossibility of his existence that they would try to capture him - at least, if the rest of Keeliai was any indication. And since Skulduggery's latest foray towards the Palace of Landed Sky hadn't exactly worked, he didn't see any harm in answering the radio broadcast that had been repeating itself over and over since early that morning.

Skulduggery's bones remained a bright purple, despite his best efforts. The only thing that helped to give him some dignity in the lobby area, in fact, was the new suit he was wearing.