Robert closed his eyes and shook his head, but made little other outward appearance of his profound disappointment in the captain's responses. 

In the back of his head, memories of numerous prior arguments with his dad bloomed. 

Mostly, about how the "upper crust" wasn't really all that great or reliable, and tended toward ever greater dysfunction. A thing he himself did not believe, or want to believe, but here was the captain, unable to answer some very simple questions.

Surely not.  Surely.

He shook his head, trying to shake the thoughts away, while maintaining the outward composure of someone unfazed by anything. The seeming lack of emotion was more habitual now than purposeful; years of assuming it to avoid becoming angry, and thus losing such 'discussions' with his father had kind of ground it into him like the tracks in a millstone.

[color=f9ad81]"Captain, if it is alright with you, I shall coordinate with your quartermaster, to have a more complete accounting of such supplies."
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