For a moment, that hand receives the blankest of blank looks. And then with a labored air, Flint peels himself far enough forward out of the chair to accept it. He gives him a firm handshake.
"I expect a report of some kind when you return." He nods to the door beyond Edgard's shoulder. "You're dismissed."
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"Alright." He huffs out.
He stands to go and then pauses awkwardly for a moment crouched halfway between a sit and a stand. He holds out his hand to Flint.
He gnaws on his lip a little while he waits. This is what he's supposed to do, right?
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"I expect a report of some kind when you return." He nods to the door beyond Edgard's shoulder. "You're dismissed."