"Where the hell are you...?" A voice came through on the his communicator, blaring out discomfort in his ears. "Sorry Mr Varela. You'll have to bare with me..." He picked up his communicator from his waist and held down the talk-button on its side with his middle finger. while he poured the now boiling water into the cup of tea. "Admiral... Just sayin' but you're a tad late. I've already escorted the delegates to their temporary accommodation. I'm currently talking with the the Amalfi Delegate." He kept his tone light-hearted yet still being as formal as a soldier would. He let go of the talk button, poured some creamer in his tea and stirred with the spoon before taking out the tea bag.
"If he wants me, he'll need to wait." He joked, his priority was with Varela since he was already dealing with it. "You said something about the Admirals posturing attitude?" He had a small smirk on his face as he came to sit down on a neighboring armchair next to Varela.
