Realizing that neither of them were going to get anywhere with the topic, Martin got up from his chair and relocated to an empty one near Harley, reaching out to put a hand on her shoulder as the others picked up their hum-drum discussions from before he'd interrupted.

"You're right, you know," he said quietly. "A friend of mine is thinking of a plan that we could run ourselves which might be of a little more use. If you're interested."