Mitch kept his arms crossed over his chest, and very nearly demanded that they interrogate him with Veritaserum as well. Stockholm Syndrome. Please. But he imagined it was easy to think things like that when you were a snot nosed kid who ... he sighed and tried to focus on the meeting.
As he didn't have any nominations to make, and he knew very well that he would have nothing constructive to contribute at the moment, he kept his mouth shut.