[Goddamnit. His huff isn't nearly as irritated as it should be and while he'd like to blame it on something other than that brief moment of affection, well. Funny how you miss the little things without even realizing. He brushes her shoulder as he shifts, picks up a spoon and steals away some applesauce while he thinks.]
Takeshi's lock. [One tap of the spoon to the edge of the container; he's numbering things off.] Your lock. Ward an' Resnik.
[Which sounds like it's unrelated but given what locked conversations he has access to, he doubts it. A few taps as he glances over at her and he puts the spoon down again, lowers his voice until it's so quiet she might have to lean in to catch it.]
no subject
Takeshi's lock. [One tap of the spoon to the edge of the container; he's numbering things off.] Your lock. Ward an' Resnik.
[Which sounds like it's unrelated but given what locked conversations he has access to, he doubts it. A few taps as he glances over at her and he puts the spoon down again, lowers his voice until it's so quiet she might have to lean in to catch it.]
They're missing. Don't know anything else yet.