Something like that. He motioned to the officer to follow him forward.  The flight deck here was idle.  Most of the loading activity was aft.  They walked toward the bow across the black no-skid decking material, little different from the blacktop on any country road.  Both men had to talk loudly to be heard.  There was plenty of noise from the dock, plus a fifteen-knot onshore wind.  Several people could see the two men talking, but with all the activity on the carrier's flight deck, there was little likelihood that anyone would notice.  And you couldn't bug a flight deck.  Clark handed over an envelope and let Jensen read its contents before taking it back.  By this time they were nearly at the bow, standing between the two catapult tracks. My lord was hurt.
And you?
I was not hurt, Arren said, and the cold self-possession he had learnt in his courtly childhood served him well?