[Her hand, having closed around air, is promptly tucked back against her side.]

Well, [is something like a scoff, an embarrassed exhalation as she pivots her attention briefly to shuffling nearest to hand.] More or less. The Ambassador and Mister Dickerson mostly. And Mister Fitz as well, I suppose.

[Her gaze flicks back.]

Unless there is something you would prefer we add.