"I apologize. I did not mean to startle you," Lon said, and the corners of his lips quirked upwards slightly, a small but subtle crack in the facade, a gesture of self effacing amusement. "Some habits are hard to break." He shrugged it away, and let his eyes wander over to Joli. His face softened, once again aware of the dull ache that had not quite yet faded. "Hello, Joli," he said. "A very good morning it is." He noted her nervous energy, and caught her eye, and just for a moment he blocked out everything else - the chirping bird, the movement of boxes and equipment, the mercenaries standing in a line, like an implacable hedgerow of steel and leather, even Raine; just for a moment, his gaze is fixed on her, and he smiles, utterly full of confidence in her and her abilities. Then, suddenly, it's all back, the distractions of everyday life, and he blinks, and turns towards Raine, business face returning. "When do we leave?"