"Claws away, all of you," Jefferson says simply, slinging his rifle onto his back and adjusting it into place comfortably, the rear grip in easy reach, "we'll have plenty of time to argue the merits of civilization, or lack thereof, when we get back into the black."<br/><br/>"As for the plan," he continues, "Seems simplicity'd be the order of the day. Aside from Ms. Niska, I figure myself and Jane, though Jane, yer ta' hang back a bit, keep an eye out for unwanted eyes and ears. Ran, OT, Deacon, seems this'd be a good time to restock supplies, take care of any pressing business that's not going to bring us into trouble with the local constibulary. We're gonna save that for if the meeting goes down poorly."