*understands perfectly (but he believes in Glorfindel, and surely nothing is out of his reach now that he finally has you)* *easily* No pressure and no hurry, sir. I'm the one our pilot really wants to see, anyway.
*rifles through the jackets hanging next to the door and extracts his own, pulling it on and sobering somewhat now that he's actually leaving and you're bound to find out why, and soon* Sure, can do. Lucas is pretty good on the strings. *can't quite squash a tiny eye-wince at the mention of Salgant, promptly losing all urge to joke* I'll, ah, I'll go, sir. No need for bribes.