Lefevre chuckled a bit. "Well it's only been a week, but it certainly feels longer. Cut off from everything, Lorraine is so desolate." He took a sip from his mug and tapped his data pad twice, moving to the next report. "The Council haven't gained any ground, but they can hold their position there as long as they want, what with the Champagne Jump Gate still open. Brigand activity is still minimal in the corridor between the Jump Hole and the Metz Zone, though. The pretty little bartender there is just as safe as always too, of course. Just as pretty as well. By the Crown, that's probably the only good thing about my tours out there."
Lefevre took a bite of his croissant, soft and flaky, taking a moment from his datapad to look around the floor, folllowing Gerald's gaze to the sulking Brigadier, then speaking again to the Directeur.
"How's the Old Bear been this past week without my help? I take it you've done something to piss in Perrot's coffee again, hm? He's a tad grumpier than usual, it looks like."
