Ronan reverted to his default expression, staring coldly at Saturday. It even took him a second to register "lieutenant" and "Imperial Army." Then he blinked and his brow furrowed.

No, he had to be reading into things. He slipped back into the icy look he usually had.

"The engagement," he guessed. Reading people was easier when he was surrounded by people he knew and also when he had the time to observe. Right now he felt like their observers were breathing down their necks. He didn't turn around to check if that was metaphorical or not.