"Understandable," he said, his eyes continuing to look beyond the glass with a distant sort of air to them. He was thinking of several things. "It is... difficult. Our operatives have been spread rather thin, General. With the disappearance of Storm, and the Wolverine once again doing... what he does, we are lacking somewhat in the manpower to send what we should."
His eyes turned towards Nick from the side, regarding him. "The fuel capacity. It takes into account specific weight limits, yes?" he added.