For a moment, Rishi has all eyes on her... and all ears seem open to her suggestion. True, Ginza and Drew may not look too enthused about it, but neither one of them can deny the logic and appeal of the elf's suggestion. To try and throw their lot in for control of DC... or at least for control of its alleys and shadows.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, though, the moment is broken when Karl speaks up, shaking his head and motioning around the group's repurposed safe-house.<br/><br/>"We're in a good position for now, to be sure... but to try and claim DC would be a bit out of our scope. And the last thing any of us need is to be right in any Newfed's seat of power as potential enemies. Now, as to becoming the 'leading team'..." The dwarf smiles, and taps one side of his broad forehead with one thick forefinger. "That we might be able ta do. We just gotta sit back an' watch the Hipsters an' the Trumpsters duke it out with the Oldfed, and keep our heads under the radar long enough to get into a good position."<br/><br/>Drew grumbles a bit at that. "I could handle any of those guys, one on one..."<br/><br/>"Yea, numbnuts, but it ain't gonna<em>be</em>one on one." Ginza shakes his head and cracks the second of his beers, knocking it back in what seems like a single swig. "It's gonna be three armies out there, tryin' to rebuild the U.S. of A. from the ground up. An' they ain't gonna just step into a boxin' ring with you."<br/><br/>Karl nods and taps the radio, making sure everyone's eyes are on it when he speaks. "If we want to be in a good position, I say we start followin' the Emergency Warnin's on this thing. We'll get more jobs if people look at us as tha good guys... an' we get more loot by goin' out and crackin' thuggy skulls when they start actin' up."