Hmph. I think you do a plenty good job of that by yourself. That blasted old man, too...

[Dorothy looks to Yeager when he speaks up, and perhaps surprisingly, it isn't derisive when she says that. Annoyed and tired, maybe, but not her usual brand of slight disdain for everyone.

It may even be a little fond. But Yeager elects to change the topic this time, and Dorothy finds her brow explicitly quirking at that.]

Oh? This sounds like quite the story, Sir Yeager. Please, continue.