[He twists the last little bit of cigarette between his gloved fingers, putting it out, and plays with his lighter rather than light a new one. That's worrying. All? He's been too busy alternately sulking, working, and fretting through his grief to keep up with anything outside of his own department and a handful of people; he's suddenly realizing just how out of the loop he's been.]
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You too? [A scowl.] Or everyone. How bad is it.