"And it's such a lovely evening." he agrees, waving his glass at the overcast sky - it's plenty warm enough to sit outside, yes, but it would be nicer if they were looking at stars rather than clouds. Still, she's not wrong, it's better than canvas.

"So, now that you're feeling better, how much longer will the 4077 be graced with your delightful company?" he asks pleasantly - he assumes it's probably not long, the army isn't exactly fond of convalescing.