Some food is taken out, divided, Tony definitely one of those people who forget to eat until there is something in front of him to put in his mouth. That flicker of recognition in Ellis is enough to relax him by a fraction. God, he really needs to get around to building a pizza oven.

Maybe once there's less war, and things.

"Flint has an assistant?" he says. He thinks, anyway. "Who can probably keep a hold of the non-urgents that cross his desk. But I could use the names of people with actual wartime experience, names of good combatants, anyone who knows the local area, or whoever you'd want to see show up in a crisis. Level heads would be wonderful."