Arthur chuckled, and went over to the table where he had placed his tea.
"Still warm, thank God," he said, taking a sip. "You have to love English Breakfast." He walked over to Victor and resumed talking, while holding the cup in his right hand.
He let out a sigh. "Anyways. Do you think we can take back Leeds? Do you think we have a shot? I've been talking with the other officers, they all seem grim about the situation. But I feel hopeful."