It’s as an efficient a way as any of getting Dextera to stop trying to apologize. He understands that being ignored on that front was not an accident; no response is an answer in its own way.

He shakes his head. Recovering some of his poise, he gestures around them. His eyes follow his index finger as he points around to the vague perimeter of the city—he has looked around, a little, but he’s been cautious about going into the center without anyone else on his side.