[For his part, Flint shares in that air of overwork. Tired. Grit under the fingernails. Something slightly taut about the eyes that suggests he's spent the last ten hours squinting either against the sun or skeptically as someone.

Let's assume there's a door here wherever Cosima has posted up. He pulls it shut behind him, but doesn't move to make himself more comfortable than that. Evidently he intends this to be a brief, but private, conversation.]

It's something of a reverse case. I've made the decision to take the Walrus and its crew north to assist the rebels directly.

[Straight to the point.]

Obviously these are less than ideal circumstances to leave the Gallows in, but I cared to give my vote of confidence regarding Barrow and Roundtree directly. If there's something you need of Forces, the pair of them should prove reliable.