Ezra found himself grinning a little in sympathy. "Seems we all get our own ill-tempered assistant. They've been worth it, as far as I've seen. Give it some time. Cuthbert's pretty fucking awesome once you get to know him. Even got him to drink bersh'teh once." He pushed up his glasses on his nose. A little weird having them, plus an eyepatch. "And yeah, no problem. I'll get copies sent soon as I can. A lot of it is reports of what's gone on here since the invasion... a lot of statistics, a lot of numbers..."

He trailed off a little, considering. They were closer to him, those numbers. People he'd met and come to know. Places he'd visited. Some of it could be dealt with. The rest of it... too late. He folded his arms in front of him, slouching slightly as he did so.

The statement almost caught him off guard, and only because it might be plausible did it keep him from total surprise. "Eh?... well, that's... mm, not impossible, but where would you get it from? The Likeness doesn't bleed."

He didn't think.