A fleet of helicopters, somewhere over Europe:
[THWOK THWOK THWOK]
Heinkel: You’re really ready to talk about this now?
Timothy: I can’t help it…
Heinkel: Cue obligatory comic-time meta-joke.
Timothy: …I feel like I’ve been worrying about this for almost a year!
Jon: Evening, Stephen. So…”Master”, eh?
Stephen: Hey! That slipped out. Completely by accident. Let’s never speak of it again.
Jon: All right, sir. What’s with the suit? Not that it doesn’t look sharp, but…
Stephen: It makes the white gloves look natural. When it’s not on the gloves, your sigil is kind of burned into the backs of my hands, so I need to cover them somehow.
Jon: I’m sorry…So, the show, How did it go?
Stephen: Could have been worse. Everyone’s pretty upset. I was going to order them all to shake it off and turn that grief and fear into show-producing adrenaline. But Bobby gave me some comforting memorial things to say, and that actually worked really well.