[Private to Mindy]
Let's get on with this sham. I don't have a file, so there's not much point to this. Unless you're prone to detail your life's story.
[A beat. No? That's what he thought.]
Didn't you have a warden? [As if he doesn't know.]
[Public]
Seems like everyone's woken up and returned just in time. Or just in time for the Admiral to pull one over on us. How long do you think we'll be waiting, really? A few more days? A week?
[He's already annoyed (when isn't he). He's been carrying around extra ammunition, an extra pistol, and he'd like the penny to just bloody drop already.]
Maybe he'll even stretch to a month.
[There's some clinking, a stopper coming loose, and the sound of something being poured.] Cheers for the forewarning, Admiral.
[Private to the Admiral]
Not that I expect a reply, but I don't suppose you'd care to weigh in on this?