Miles is overseeing the packing up, barking out orders like it's six years ago or he never left. The men aren't questioning, but doing as they're told far more efficiently than they were before Miles stepped in. Jeremy has coffee and is watching, amused, though he snaps to something like attention when he spots her.

"Miss Matheson. Good morning. How is he?"

She doesn't look upset, so Jeremy isn't too worried, but the question still needs asking