He gives her a slight pitying look. She should be used to it by now that he rarely ever explains himself in full, nor those of the eyes that are constantly looking at their surroundings and the rest of the Thorne territories any chance they're "allowed" out.

"If you think a very large handful of people aren't constantly paying attention and plotting contingency plans then you haven't been paying attention." Natasha, Thancred, Kyle. All those that have established themselves in different aspects of the castle, likely to their eventual detriment.

He huffs. "Abraxan magic like this takes months for mastery. And my possible weapon manufacturer currently just went through trauma and is dealing with teenage bullshit." Seriously, Mat, get over it. "Where will we even be in a few months with the problems caused by the Singularity, mm?"