Morale, [ is Richard’s first and only answer, half-hearted over the click of him forking into scrambled eggs. ] Hardly his area of expertise but rarely at the forefront of local minds until recently. As far as I know.

[ He measures the clot of egg white on his fork before putting it into his mouth, reluctant to look up to her from his plate now that their food has arrived and the conversation has narrowed. ]

Anything more immediately deadly will necessitate improvisation.