“I don't plan to.” Entering the home, Syrgei quietly closes the door, taking Gambooge's word that Tsaerri would be asleep, seemingly confirmed by the lack of noise inside the house. Leaving his boots by the door -after a bit of well-practiced work to get them off- as a courtesy, Syrgei sits in one of the chairs by a table and shrugs his coat over the back of it, removing the extra weight from his shoulders, then leans his elbows on the table and attempts to work out just what has been going on for the past couple of days.