Seeing the look of contentment on Tyler's face as she took a sip of coffee, Page knew he'd made the right drink choice, even with her slightly masked gratitude. Thankfully a mouthful of cake somewhat disguised the rather silly smile he likely would have shown.
However, any happiness dropped from her expression at his mention of the message from her commanders...
"Hey, come on now - no need to think like that, at least for a bit." Concern written on his face, Thomas tried to switch the topic back to something easier for Melanie: "At least get some cake in you before you have to deal with that sort of thing, for now we can just relax and have a chat."
Tyler gave a dejected nod and a weak smile, still obviously troubled by thoughts of the message's contents.
"Ok then. Well, I suppose I have... deviated somewhat from the usual Cambridge graduate prospects," answered Page, looking down at his mug as he set it back on the table. "Four years of mathematics doesn't normally lead to the BPA but, with the invasion of Gallia, I thought I should do my part to keep our people safe. The degree might be useful if I get much higher up the ranks, you never know... at least for now it helps me count out fines and contraband."
What about you Mel; I assume they don't just give the keys to a carrier like the Ravenswood without at least a bit of training first?" he asked, taking up his mug while he waited for an answer.
