Stan studied him for a moment, then gave a small nod
"I'm really sorry for the inconvenience, Sir,"
"It's fine." Stan's tone was even, and unhurried. "The situation has been handled. Damien and his people got exactly what was coming to them, and then some."
He glanced at Sophie, who was watching him with the quiet, unguarded expression she only wore when she wasn't thinking about being watched.
"My concern right now isn't the incident," Stan said simply. "It's her."
Donald nodded, understanding the dismissal for what it was, not rudeness, but prioritization. He stepped back with a final, precise inclination of his head.
"The rest of your evening is entirely on us, Mr. Harrison. Anything you need, please don't hesitate."
He withdrew, returning to his staff with the composure of a man who had managed a crisis and emerged with the minimum possible casualties.
Stan turned back to Sophie.
