"We're... working on that." Which is to say that Lane still can't be trusted with a grenade throw, but nobody's died. "We shoot things and scare people. It works if I do the heavy lifting and they don't talk."

Ohio, the cornerstone of the squad that had been him and Indiana and Alabama, eager and chatty and too much the class clown to ever be imposing. He's the one they have out here menacing scum and villainy. The busted face helps, probably.

He catches the little break where York has to pause and redirect that sentence. Ohio and the other two had always been inseparable, it's not a crazy thing to notice. It takes him a moment to decide whether or not to just take the out and pretend he didn't catch it. Maybe that would be easier.

But York may have been top ten, but he had treated them pretty well for someone high on the board. Maybe he really does give a shit.

It's better than any of the the other news he has, anyway.

"...They got out," he says, suddenly quiet. "Last I heard anything from them, they're safe."

He's glad, it's the best things could be. But there's still a pain in this worse than anything he endured today. He can keep it together, school his expression, but his eyes flick away from York at the last.