[Erskine's not having quite as rough a time anymore, now that he's been relieved of physically hauling all six feet six inches of stupidly large Anton on his shoulders. Still, he sinks down into a chair nearby and unconsciously mimics Anton's posture, minus hanging his head. He just watches Anton for a moment, to make sure the other man's not going to pass out.]

Raine should be here shortly, I would imagine. You want to explain what sort of "discrepancy" we're talking about here, or shall I wait and ask her?