Chokra's lackadaisical approach caught Berchar's notice - and his concern - also, but the jerboa did not voice it. There was something prickling at his conscience, the beginnings of doubt, but what use would there be in arguing? The todd would very easily wipe the floor with him if he was to become aggrieved, and brief though his tenure had been in the army he knew better than to question an order, even if those giving them seemed...unusual in their approach.
His resignation settled for a moment, Berchar spent some time bobbing between tables, alternately being shooed away or stealing brief conversations in his attempt to wheedle some clues from anyone who might have seen something at the docks. As the minutes passed his mind continued to return to that uneasy feeling, each glance to the fox at the bar serving only to increase his curiosity.
Eventually the jerboa worked his way around closer to the stage area, catching Corda's eye in passing. He nodded to Chokra's back, voice kept low and casual. "Bit strange, wouldn't you say? Thought he was keen to be hasty."