As the waitress shakily extended the invitation to Perrot, he scowled in disgust,
"Spineless. Just spineless."
With a quick movement, the Brigadier snatched the snippet of paper and began making his way over towards the table at which Lefevre And Gerald were sitting. He pulled out a chair as far as he could without seeming overly estranged.
He regarded both of them with a calm, if somewhat uncomfortable stare, and looked down at the table again.