[It's a very nice wall-- (It's really not, but he lives surrounded in concrete walls on a daily basis, such is the life of an officeworker in a bustling metropolis. At least both ends have a proper amount of green space, never mind anything else.)

A slow puff of smoke, or maybe it's just a sigh.]

Maybe they know more about this than I do?

[He's perfectly happy to admit that, he's here for various reasons but 'being an expert in what's going on' is emphatically not one of them. All the same, you get the feeling he still wouldn't be panicking even if he were in the doom and gloom camp. For some reason. Yeager is in good company.]

... You had subordinates back home, didn't you?