Nonplussed and sure the protocol was on his side, Jasper didn't budge to make any defensive action; instead, he tapped his spoon gently on the lip of his mug then carefully laid it aside where it wouldn't leave a stain. The agents, most of them familiar with Jasper Sitwell and his infuriating reflexive memory for anything written in a rule book, still hesitated on a direct command from their rapidly crumbling leadership.
Finally, one cleared her throat and raised a hand to her ear to request, "Could we get Internal Affairs up here?"
"Are you sure about that coffee?" Jasper called to Hammer, happy to waste all of this time so Hammer didn't take the opportunity to run for someone with authority on the Board, or perhaps the President, to catch up with this whole confusing mess.