[Botta is trying to pay attention to that administrative data, thanking them not at all. Carefully, he takes the younger Renegade's elbow and shuffles her out of the doorway.]

[And Yuan-- nearly forgot himself, there. He knows that set to Kratos's shoulders: a fight, a true one, in the offing. He loosens his grip, hand flat against the nape of Kratos's neck.]

Hm. That's sensitive.

[Was it always this way, and Yuan just forgot? He hmphs quietly, lifts that hand to tap the back of Kratos's head with insignificant force, and sweeps past Kratos out of the room.]

Let's leave Botta to his work.