Bakura's looking better this afternoon, less like he's ready to drop from exhaustion and more like he just needs a sane amount of coffee. The static buzz in his aura has calmed too, although it's still visible for those who know to look for it.

He glanced up when Valdis knocked on the office door, pausing over what looks like a hand drawn map of the city, and an open piece of paper creased with folds next to it. "Hm?"