Predictably, he gave a soft snort when Clarice suggested that it was as simple as his presence being anything but noticeable, but he didn't say anything about it, choosing to stew irritably for a few moments, fiddling with his communicator and organizing contacts until she mentioned that she was accustomed to briefings as well.

"Are you? What do you do, then?" Drake paused and corrected himself with marked sobriety. "Did. What um. What did you do? At home."