“As you can probably guess - Kyle, put your phone away, this is serious.” Laswell’s stern voice cuts through the muffled laughter from the group, Gaz himself biting back a chuckle as he pockets his phone. “Sorry, ma’am. Just, uh, checking my emails.” Laswell rolls her eyes and returns to the briefing. Gaz pretends to pay attention to the briefing, occasionally glancing at his partner. He is secretly amused by something.