"So long as no one's bleeding out on my account." Her brow knits for a moment, but the curve of her lip says it's a joke, that she doesn't truly think him that sort. No, he's far too intent for that. He'd take his job as seriously as she would, in her position.

There are familiar worry-lines on his face, at the corners of his eyes and mouth. He's not a young man, no more than she, but the world's obviously taken a toll on him. A chess game could be good for both of them, truth be told.

"But yes. Busy as we can be here, there's no immediate crisis that needs our attention. We might as well take advantage of the calm while it exists."