"If they told me to, sure, I would. Hoping they won't, though." He takes another cheerful chomp out of his food. He doesn't sound bitter about it like others might, at the prospect of trotting along to the government drum, needing to obey them when they come to call over something even as innocuous as a PR stunt.

When authority figures tell Luther to jump, he simply salutes and asks how high.

"'Excited' is one word for it, yeah. It is strange, though, for it to suddenly spin up after so many years." He glances at her. "You met any of the new arrivals yet?"

It's such an innocent question. Should just be an innocent question, without any guile behind it. And there probably isn't— but then again, it's so hard for Jane to know anymore what's safe to discuss. Even with him. Especially with him.