[ As far as he's concerned, that's meeting adjourned. Jaguar's not one for goodbyes, or for dragging things out. Once the others start to disperse, he gets up and gathers up the parchment he'd spread across the table: a map, a hastily handwritten set of notes he'd been taking his cues from in lettering that could almost pass for Anglo but isn't, rolling them all up into scrolls in his hands. He's not expecting anyone to linger, least of all Morga, but it (or any reaction to "boy") hardly registers in his expression when he stops what he's doing to answer her. It's just the same serious, critical, and yet not quite cold as always. ]
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...What is it?