M'fine, [KF mumbles, lacing his fingers together over his stomach and slumping down further in his chair. He has a lot to think about.

He's still sitting that way when she comes back too, which is pretty rare for him. Even thirty minutes is usually too long, so twenty usually at least has him fidgeting in his seat. He hasn't moved an inch though, even when Artemis settles in a chair nearby with a cup of coffee that is probably even worse than it smells.]

...back at the school, I didn't think you were the mole. I wasn't gonna say that. Didn't even consider it.