He could use this as an opportunity to say that he's a step ahead of this word of encouragement, but it seems unnecessary—that and Njoki would no doubt prefer to be left unmentioned. So, instead: beer, and agreeable nodding. It's been a while since he raised his drink to anyone without intending to murder them, honestly—besides Charles, anyway—and he takes a moment to reflect on this as he swallows. Turning the glass in his hand, watching the foam sliding down. The ghost of a crooked smile lingering. That's...probably best left unmentioned, too.

"Who else is working on this?" With us, he means.