There’s no time for this.
They still don’t know when, or where, or, or—anything at all, really, beyond whatever breadcrumbs Elias deems acceptable. For all the good that does them. The Unknowing is looming overhead like a bad cold and they—that is, he needs to—track down Breekon & Hope, track down puppets and circuses through stacks of unfiled statements—pick up Gertrude’s trail and pick at her leftovers—so much to do, so much—
There’s really no time for this.
“One minute,” Jon says sternly, but the Admiral just purrs and shoves his head into Jon’s good hand.