[ All right, we're doing it, then. While Carlisle's off putting his "people" to work, Qubit starts prepping the weapons to be hauled off. He also spares a glance at the beer, which contrary to what I said in the brackets earlier is actually very good beer. Not his favorite, because he's an unapologetic beer snob, but ... maybe he'll take one or two back with him anyway. You know, for science.

He meets Carlisle at the door alongside Ol' Shittybones there, leaning with his arm against the doorframe. ]

No, that just foists the problem onto whoever digs them up. If you want to make more work for yourself, though, be my guest.

[ To be completely fair, he doesn't know for sure that it's Carlisle who raised them. As established previously, he's hardly an expert on how these things work. But Carlisle, who is an expert, sure as hell seems to know what's up, so. ]

Was it you? I'm not upset, but I do need to know.