He’s on his way out—his mind still churning from the experience, how to parse it and how it may be utilized in the near future—when Ronan snags his attention with an unexpected question. Stephen doesn’t hide the way his brow arches, the fleeting moment of a once-over glance at someone he’s noticed as a background figure and little else, before asking for clarification.

“And I’m putting in an order for what, exactly?”

If he had been expected to prepare some kind of, what? Requisitions request? Well, that memo never crossed his figurative desk.