"I'll pass the condolences on to my mother. Maybe they'll find someone who cares there." Jason snorts and returns his attention to the coffee, answering some text message on his phone (Swann, the only person who keeps his face at a somewhat neutral expression instead of a scowl).

"They'd better be. I slave away to try and get one of them past the finish line. And to get my damn paycheck, because even we old families have mouths to feed."