*has his phone out and dialed before you've finished speaking* *follows you and the others out of the office, dodging scurrying Swallow staff and cold mini-rainshowers all the way down the corridor*
*relays your orders word-for-word, briefly and crisply, and hangs up* They're on it, sir. *steps to one side, both to avoid a new leak and to make room for a woman hurrying past with a stack of damp files* I should probably run downstairs and help Mac get the valve closed, do you think? I know what I'm looking for.