[There's more to get out of Mitchell - more he's not saying, that's crystal clear. On the other hand, it's not Ivan's way to push, usually. It seems they may have quite a bit of time on their hands. And he needs to orient himself a bit more before his footing is steady - he's only hours away from the memory of an explosion, screaming and the smell of burnt flesh. He's less steady, perhaps, than he strictly looks, but that's a weakness he prefers not to show, even to Mitchell.]
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Noted. Off you pop, then. I'm sure I'll see you.