"Of course," Dain agrees, very matter-of-factly. "Just as the commander would say he was doing his job." Or how Dain just does his own job. Choices are choices, no matter the framing.

He wouldn't have said more, even if a knock didn't interrupt them. Dain glances in the direction of the door, then looks at Lorne, using up several seconds to decide -- but after all, he knew he'd get some strange looks when he decided to visit Lorne in the first place, and if Lorne is happy to pass that power over to Dain, it's ultimately his choice. Health should be paramount. And so: "No, I don't mind at all."

He has a friendly greeting on the tip of his tongue when he opens the door, and it dies almost immediately, drowned in surprise. "Tuo?"