They refuse to be mollified or distracted by that, and give her an "I know what you're doing" kind of look. "And some of us turn that silver lining into a whole bunch of people to keep busy looking after," they say blandly, before turning back to the kitchen to slip that second sandwich over.

(Mission. Okay, Asset. No. Mission. Look, we get it. We know what you want. But there ain't a mission right now, buddy.) The Asset makes a noise like machinery grinding (ow) and just up and sulks off to the back of their mind. Fucking finally.