Alex, who is sitting up in a much more appropriately military fashion and listening attentively to all of this, waits until Sean is not actually drinking coffee to knuckle him in the ribs. "We're staying. That's what he means."
He refrains from quoting The Three Musketeers, but his typist wants it to be known that he could, if the moment struck him. It was a thing he had read and enjoyed in his youth, even if t...echnically there were only two Musketeers, unless a person counted Raven. "Do we know--uh...anything, yet?"
Because really, he just got here. Also, he is not going back to prison, you guys.