He blinks. Dinner once a week. It's not particularly unusual--he's eaten with the generals in the officer's mess. It's just the context, the part of him that believes with complete clarity in this place and the lives built to fit them. It clashes, dinner with the Leia Organa of Wayward Pines and dinner with the General.

The moment passes.

"There's a couple of people you should probably meet. ...That nephew, for one. He lives by himself. He's just a kid."