It is definitively an interruption. Flint, who has only just finished passing out various tasks—Forces division members scattering across the muddy embankment that the combined foot traffic has reduced Vallomire to in only a few short hours—has the look of a man who has just had his momentum checked and isn't incredibly enthusiastic about it regardless of who might be on the other end of the line.
Not an emergency, but time-sensitive ranks just barely among the top items on his to do list. And it has been a long series of days even before they ever waded into the the ground around Starkhaven. Were it not Julius, and we're he not perfectly aware of the fact that the other man has every motivation not to here tugging at his coat sleeve, he might simply cut him him short and be done with it.
"You have my attention," he says instead.
Nevermind that they are standing just outside the emptied barn that has been converted into the field office, and that a hand stretched in either direction is likely to clip someone hurrying along. This is what passes for privacy, apparently.
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Not an emergency, but time-sensitive ranks just barely among the top items on his to do list. And it has been a long series of days even before they ever waded into the the ground around Starkhaven. Were it not Julius, and we're he not perfectly aware of the fact that the other man has every motivation not to here tugging at his coat sleeve, he might simply cut him him short and be done with it.
"You have my attention," he says instead.
Nevermind that they are standing just outside the emptied barn that has been converted into the field office, and that a hand stretched in either direction is likely to clip someone hurrying along. This is what passes for privacy, apparently.