"Done." Said, just as Delta turns to look towards them, and there's a subtle hand signal - once that earns a quizzical tilt of D's head, before he nods acceptance and steps up himself.

The consumate professional. Echoed in how York's bodyguard slips into a stance similar to parade rest, hand drawn away from York's back to rest behind her own. Nothing here is setting off her own sense of awareness. So. So far, so good.