He was content, for the time being, to play the role of silent observer. Though he did watch Elizabeth when she started fiddling with her phone, and listened to her as she spoke. "Well, you at least get points for creativity." He had no difficulty biting back the urge to correct her for her lying like that; he knew that if any of them got involved, it would require a degree of subterfuge on their part. In this case, he saw it as a very legitimate exception to the diamond-hard rules he lived by.<br/><br/>He knew his uncle wouldn't worry, at least. Worrying wasn't something the monk was really capable of; the way he believed in things made him essentially immune. He did worry, though, about how the parents of the others, if they chose to come along, would respond. Maybe it would be worth it, though; great deeds rarely get accomplished without sacrifice.<br/><br/>He just hated it had to come from those who had no say and no real part in it all. Incidentals always bothered him. As the train of thoughts continue to burn in his head, he'd speak again. "I suppose we ought to get the show on the road... but from what I understand, Elizabeth, we wouldn't be on Earth, right, Mateia? So your father's hired guns won't be reaching us. Even if they did, they'd be more interested in getting you back than in helping. That's how professionals operate; stick to the mission, follow standard operating procedure. "