[Because of course. Kratos glances at Yuan, faintly exasperated only to someone who knows him.]

If I didn't know any better, I might think you didn't trust me.

[Which is not in the least bit it, and they both know it; but Yuan would naturally want to be able to regulate their discussion. As well as take the opportunity to get in Kratos's way the same way Kratos has gotten in his. So after a moment Kratos gives another short nod, different from the last; more accepting, more resigned.]

Very well. If you want to take an hour or two to look over those maps, I can meet you both in the cafeteria for lunch. It's curry.

[This, so very blandly; while Botta sighs and lifts his eyes every so slightly ceiling-ward.]