When Emma's tasteless inquiry was made, Jason told her, "<span style="color: lime">Though I imagine that most would use kinder words, I will answer your question. All life as we know it was made by a being known as The Creator. It is through messages, visions sent by The Creator itself, that the Bright Brotherhood was formed. We all are tired of the discrimination and bigotry that humans lay upon ghouls, and so we formed The Brotherhood, united by The Creator's will. The Brotherhood aims to make its way to the Far Beyond, a world where ghouls can live in peace and know no suffering at the hands of humans. To reach the Far Beyond, we must first prepare for the Great Journey, where we will use the rockets to leave Earth.</span>" Though he'd said quite a mouthful, Jason looked glad that he'd been able to preach and possibly convert another to their cause.<br/><br/>Emma's question about what they had available was also answered, and very calmly. "I don't wish to disappoint, but I do not believe that we have much by way of explosives here. Much of our weaponry consists of plasma defenders, and weapons that use lead shot. Perhaps there are some hand-held explosives, but I would have to ask the others to scrounge for it, so it may take awhile." He gave a nod of apology.<br/><br/>Having finished explaining what was asked, Jason clapped his hands together and said, "<span style="color: lime">Well then, if that's all you ask, then you will have it. Come, Miss Taylor and Miss Starrkenson, I've a liquor cabinet near the dining hall.</span>"<br/><br/>Jason waved for them to follow him, and Loretta did just that. Though one wouldn't call the place a hall, there were a few tables lined with chairs. Jason asked them to take a seat and went into a room on the other end of the hall. Coming out but a minute or two later, he had in his hands three short tumblers and a bottle of brandy that looked like it hadn't been touched for a few decades. The bottle itself hadn't even been opened. He set a glass in front of each of his guests and one for himself before pouring each of them one. Both he and Loretta were milking their drinks, and for the most part, they were silent.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>