Nobody mentioned it at breakfast.
This was, objectively, a remarkable collective achievement. Elena was too sharp not to know. Diego sat at the table with the particular expression of a man concentrating on his food with an intensity that suggested the food was not actually the point of his concentration. Valentina had not come down for breakfast, which was itself a piece of information she filed alongside everything else. And Ranon sat at the far end of the table in a clean shirt with his coffee and his newspaper and performed normalcy with a commitment that would have been impressive in any other context.
