[The sense he's getting isn't as strong as the waves of fear and anxiety that radiated from the man during the elevator ride, but it's there: a dull hum of anticipation. Quatre is glad that it seems to have distracted him, at least.]

[His smile brightens a little.] This might be such an opportunity, then. The meeting is in five days. The virus could very well be over by then, but the shuttle leaves tomorrow...