[Ferran goes from pressed up against his side to gone in no time at all, and Riley shivers reflexively. But he's right; whatever Shaun is here about, this isn't really... appropriate for it. Riley sighs and sits up, rubbing a hand down his face.

Shaun's eyes flick from Ferran to Riley, taking in how obviously drained he looks. He looks back to Ferran and clasps his hands behind his back as he replies.] Neither. I came with the intention of collecting a report of the Brotherhood situation. But, if there is nothing critical to discuss, I can return later.