"What are you doing?" Thomas peered at the date book in Harry's hands, but didn't try to read anything that might be written on it. He was curious, but unless he thought there was something shady about it all, he respected his brother's privacy, more or less.
He'd watched the exchange between Harry and Justine. They were both wary. He should be wary too, but they'd come this far without incident. He was just hopeful enough to think maybe they were in the clear. Mouse would surely know otherwise.
"She wants to get out of here. I want to get her out of here, Harry. We don't have time to play games."