Plato could tell from the energy in the room that he had just barely prevented a real catfight. He was too professional to be disappointed as a guy, because he knew full well the two of them would be getting a lot closer later. But that was for the future, he had to concentrate on the now. He was sure Marion would take care of things on her end, so now it was just up to him to get these two ladies out the door and on their way. So far, the hardest part in that plan was keeping them in one piece for the trip. Maybe he should have brought muzzles, just in case.<br/><br/>"Whoa there, ladies, not that I'm one to stop a catfight, but I can guarantee you neither of you will get a shoot if you show up all covered in scratches and bruises. How about I just slip in here, and the two of you just keep your cool." He stepped in between the two of them, one hand each on their backs, ready to lead them gently to the door outside, and guiding them to their fate.<br/><br/>He saw a random guy hanging out in the house's kitchen as they started to go. He winked at him, having considerable fun in the process, but didn't hang around.