Mira asked for the public briefing to end before she opened her notebook.
The delivery receipts had been checked. The remaining evening handover had a replacement. Juno’s coastal request still awaited part of its answer. Sera had put the next route verification on the board with its actual date, and Bram had taken the loading instructions downstairs. There was no practical reason to remain in the room except the one Mira had asked them to consider.
“This is private,” she said. “It doesn’t go into the relief minutes.”
Kellan stopped with his hand on the back of his chair.
“Whose risk does it affect?”
“Ours. That’s why I’m telling you.”
Bram remained by the door until she looked at him and said she meant him too. He came back to the table. Tessa closed the public ledger and put it on a separate shelf.
Eli knew what Mira might say, and found that knowing did nothing to make him ready. She had admitted her regression to him before the others knew his own. He had not been entitled to turn that into a general disclosure. Now he waited while she chose the extent of it herself.
