Simon listened as the epiphanies, drama, tears, and personal exposition reached to the boiling point in the room, keeping his eyes closed as he kept his usual poker face whenever something deeply personal of someone else's history came up.<br/><br/>Which seemed to be all the fucking time lately. He was getting a cramp in his jaw from forcing all of the scowls.<br/><br/>The plan remained much too sparse, even after a night of deliberation and ... right, brains of the group. But then that left Markus.<br/><br/>Simon did not like Markus, though he couldn't quite give a specific reason, nor did the man do anything wrong by him, but the man's persona was just so grating the few times he had dealt with it. Saturated with such machismo and how much he seemed ... like New Vegas.<br/><br/>He really should have paid more attention in that psychology class back in Vault City.<br/><br/>"Wild guess here, but we'll send two or more people up front, posing as travelers interested in ... what was it? That neon sign shit? Duos and Sue, Jinx, or the maverick formerly known as Jinx go in behind using their increasingly disturbing talent of being able to be a fucking<b>ghost</b>when they want to. While we distract the artists and or guards the two-o-duo retrieve the mark, everyone gets out, and I finally get a decent amount of sleep before I slowly start clawing my eyes and ears into uselessness."<br/><br/>Simon coughed quietly, opening his eyes and looking at Fanya.<br/><br/>"Assuming I'm not being a prick here and ignoring your master plan, yeah?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>