A good-natured, perhaps commiserating little shrug, and Barrow averts his eyes again—- just checking—- and plucks another biscuit from the plate to chew it thoughtfully.

He leafs through and sorts a few more documents, then pauses strangely, concluding with a low and sardonic chuckle as he sets the document aside… then thinks better of it and, casually as anything, crumples it to discard.