Just then another senior popped his head in.
“Have tea with me. Tempest? Come on, Wales is coming too.”
“Is Crofter coming?”
“No.”
“All right, I’m on; thanks, Pridgin. Blow that fire out, kid.”
“Is that kid your fag?”
“Not likely.”
“Is he all there? Sharpe seemed to doubt it.”
Tempest shrugged his shoulders.
“How soon? Ten minutes?”