"Of course."

This could be directed toward Gabriel. Who is to say?

"Hmm."

Galadan does not sound absent at all, merely thoughtful.

"Milliways it is, then."

He takes another moment to estimate distances and projected durations, calculations piling up behind his eyes, and inclines his head one more time, toward the front door.

"Twelve hours?"

Doubtless she'll beat him back, but the waiting is unlikely to kill or seriously maim. This time.