Delver reached up to an lock of iron hair above his ear and tugged gently on it.  "I wonder if they'd buy a few..."  He shook his head.  "We're surely complicating this far too much.  Plans rarely outlast the first engagement."<br/><br/>He turns to the young woman, eyes gleaming with pleasure at the sight of her, as they often did.  "I leave it to you, Wilma.  If you'd like to infiltrate, we'll let you and Emrys get into position before we strike.  If not, we'll just have the ship drop us off in the midst of it all and play it by ear."