[Edward frowns at the words. Roy knows what he's doing, and Edward is well aware of it too. For all the sniping back and forth, Edward does trust this jackass, and he likes to think that said trust is returned. For the most part.]

...damn it.

[That muttered curse is Edward deciding to choose his battles, for once, and let Roy have this particular victory -- because the other choice is an ongoing stalemate and who will that actually help? There's enough worrisome crap going on in this place without fomenting drama between Mustang and himself.]

I was with Winry and Alphonse. [Helpful and specific, isn't it? But he adds, a great deal more telling.] And that bastard, Kimblee.

[A frown.] Al's a few weeks ahead of me, I guess, even if he's been in this place longer. According to him, when he's from, I've gone missing.

[He lifts his chin stubbornly. There. Those are his cards, all laid out.] Your turn, Colonel.