Malms looks up at the man speaking to him. No uniform, so presumably an arrival like himself. "If you're not in pressing need of something, staying out of the way of the people here feel like to be the quickest way to getting actual useful help," he says, smiling wryly. "Find yourself a chair and something to drink, and surely trouble will get around to finding us soon enough. There's coffee over there, and I think tea, though I couldn't see well over the table."
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