River has settled down with one leg tucked beneath her. Now she pulls the other to her chest, arms twined loosely around her ankle, and regards Havelock's general vicinity. (Mostly that wall, from the look of her focus.)

"It's a loophole."

"He promised. No talking. Aid and succor in the externalities."

"I'm the interlocution."

AREN'T YOU GLAD to have such an articulate translator, Havelock!