[ Rafe can't help the pleased little smile that plays at the corner of his mouth. Not that he'll rub it in, but getting Flynn to do as he's told is still no small victory and he'll savor it as such. ]

Good. [ And as a reward, he'll even freshen up Harry's glass without prompting. ] Once things are settled, we can grab a couple flashlights and get boots on the ground while the rest of them get back to gridding out within the containing wall over...

[ He spreads the papers out, one hand planted on the desk as he leans and taps a finger on one of the maps. ]

There. Keep them occupied while we find the good stuff. [ A sidelong smirk. ] That is, assuming you can hold out that long.