God! Could this be any more boring?! Of course, not a hint of what he was feeling was displayed on his expression - he was bored, not suicidal.
Looking across at his companion, he saw that his boredom was shared.
Root canal would be more fun, was his desultory thought as the voice droned on.
Ten minutes later, he breathed a sigh... torture over.
He and Kincaid shared a long glance and for once their shared animosity was set aside as they stared at the retreating form of Zo'or and his Volunteer honour guard.
Speeches, thought Sandoval. I hate speeches.