"That's right," he said, with a quirk of a smile. "Big shot reporter, you know. Always places to go and people to see. Which I ought to be getting to," he continued, downing half of his cup of coffee in one sip and reaching for his jacket. He didn't actually have anywhere to be, but he didn't want to linger and have to keep conversing with Miriam, and he was equally unenthused about the idea of sticking around and comforting Sarah if she had something serious and dire to relay.