She leans onto the table, working a hand into her hair, pushing it out of the way over her face as she looks over the plans for the millionth time. Meeting his eye, once and hard - and it's there, if only between them. If only for them to know. Because she says nothing, reacts not at all, but how she looks, looks and looks at him like there is nothing else ( how she wants to push it all out of her hands, sends his people and hers away and - )

But it does not matter, it cannot matter, that belonged to last night. There is work to do. Frowning deeply she goes on, "What then?" Her nails drum. "They will be waiting for word, after yesterday. The UC will tell them we have been chased back, regardless of the truth."