The chuckling stopped quickly at Tristan's outburst. They both turned to face him directly and they both had similarly sympathetic faces. A moment of silence lingered as he finished his complaint followed by a snarky comment.
	"Oh, shit," Forrest said low and quiet. "I'm so sorry. If I had any idea-"
	He couldn't finish his thought but, thankfully, Tristan moved on. Forrest let out a scoff of a chuckle and turned back to the Master General. "We're just going to chat here for a bit while you have Shaq'ti," he started. "I might find my way down there and see what it's like. As many criminals as I've brought in for the Rangers, I've never bothered to sit in on an investigation," he added, though mostly seemed to say it to himself.
	Forrest shifted back to the position he was in, his hands behind his head and leaning back against the chair. As Tristan left, the Master General took out a box of cigars that the two would enjoy to quietly celebrate their "victory."