Newt blinked hard several times, wiping away the sleep and blurriness from her morning vision. A small hand pushed her hair away from her face, and she wiped her lower face with her outer sleeve, lest she had drooled during her slumber. Looking around at her dishevelled peers, a small smirk pulled at her drooped expression, twitching at the corners of her lips. Her eyes drifted to Vadri, and then down to the belongings she had been meticulously organising. Indeed, she had always seemed so dutiful with her personal workings, and it almost intrigued Newt. Then, she noticed Flamel, and stared towards him with her trademark, wide-eyed glare. Shaking? Something clicked in her mind, and her head turned sharply to the glass vials which had been carefully collected beneath her unused bed. They were each full of various liquids and decorated with crude labels, and for the most part, they seemed completely untouched. She exhaled gently in relief, and turned back towards the madman. "You're an animal." She mumbled, her tired voice barely audible and cracking slightly in her throat.
With creaky movements, the little creature dragged her feet from beneath her, pulling on the boots which had fallen from the cupboard with her. She tightened the wraps around her calves, and made the effort to stand, wobbling briefly as she found herself still feeling half-asleep. The mention of the map triggered a guilty lump in her throat, and she recalled an instance where she had spilt a sulphide mixture on the old one - fairly recently. She also remembered blaming Flamel. Ah. The smell of chemicals filled her nose, and her head tilted slightly as she approached the table to join Loki. "Is that map... flame retardant?" she recognised the oily scent almost instantly, and a cough of laughter almost fell from her mouth.
Wringing his hands tightly, form swaying as if a light gust stirred him, Flamel looked rapidly around the group. Finally his eyes settled on Loki’s, goggled and indiscernible up against amber, nervous and probing. “I think, well, yes. I think, that perhaps, the third option… is the best choice.” He glanced at Deadeye, then at Newt, then at Speed, where his gaze lingered a second longer before turning back to Loki. There was a subtle slur to his voice, but it did nothing to hide the nervous ring that accompanied it. “Assuming, assuming, uhm. Assuming that the, uh, that the settlement, that we’re going to be aiding. I mean, the one that we would be aiding, in a hypothetical sense. Assuming the third option wins the vote. So, this settlement, uh, if they cannot pay well, we can just… take the supplies. For ourselves. It’s a, well, it would be, I should say. It would be a win-win. As in, we win. Either way.” Stopping momentarily, he looked at Deadeye, then at Newt, and then at Speed once again. “Also, not to mention, I feel as if the tunnels are, well, safer. Not that I just feel that way. They are… safer. Less, uhm, less radiation. Cleaner air. And, uhm, yes. I vote for the third option. The one with the tunnels, and, and, the uh, supplies. Most likely food. Yes, option three.”
Newt's vision swung to face Flamel as he piped up his opinion on the scenarios, and she felt her brows furrow at that flakey, influenced stutter. Don't make me stick you with a neutralizer. She threatened him silently, and leaned her elbows on the table. But, her frown soon twisted to an irritably plotting grin as the tunnels were re-mentioned, and she found herself looking towards Liam in a blatantly taunting manner. "I'm all for the tunnels - I can try and find a way through. The underground is sickly dark and unstable nowadays though, so we'll need to put our big-boy pants on." Her tone was quiet and snide, and was accompanied by that stupid conniving smirk of hers.
Kian considered the options, running his hand through his white hair. He cracked his neck at his first words "I feel sorry for Liam but I have to agree the final option does seem to be in relatively our favour. Though I also wouldn't mind the escort truck either." He hoped that if they did the first option they wouldn't have to shake them down for supplies, Kian hoped for their sake that they don't cross some of the people in this room. It really wouldn't bode well if they did anything of the sort.
Flamel cleared his throat, looking carefully at Deadeye. “Uhm, yes, well, Deadeye, Kian. Uhm, you can only vote for one. One of the options, that is. One. So, maybe, vote for the, uh, best option. You’ll, uh, make the right choice.” There was clear pleading in his eyes.
Kian shrugged his shoulders slightly, noticing Flamel looking at him and shot him a smile in kind before continuing "Tunnels it is then." he paused, glancing at the others who were trying to make up their minds.
During Loki's speech, Klaus had done his best to remain focused as a smaller part of him was trying to wake up. Sure, he had a bit of a headache but he'd felt worse and it'd never stopped him before. But, it was right as the word 'task' was brought up that he seemed to really wake up.
Eyes a bit squinty, he eyed the 2 clipboards whilst listening to Loki detail options for them. He didn't really look at the others, not feeling much of a need to as he began weighing the pros and cons of each mission. But, his attention kept drifting towards the last mission.
Now, Klaus was never really picky when it came to tasks and assignments. To him, as long as he had something to diminish his almost constant state of boredom, at least for a little while, he was cool with it. And usually he preferred open spaces (Being an archer kinda puts that into you.) but he did think that this one sounded like a good time-killer. (Oh, and it was safer and all that... but it was mostly a really good time killer.)
Flamel was already adding his own opinion on the topic and then Newt and Kian. It honestly made Klaus feel a bit better knowing that he wasn't the odd one out of this. His eyes seemed to flicker to those around him, landing for a bit longer on Liam, before moving to meet Flamel's. Giving a small smile and nod, he silently offered support to Flamel's reasoning in particular.
“I also vote for option 3. It seems... interesting.” He offered up to the others simply, giving his opinion on the topic. “Besides, I do agree with it most likely being safer.” Here, he gave an apologetic smile in Liam's direction. He was well aware of the man's aversion to cramped spaces and felt a bit of sympathy for him.
Flamel’s countenance relaxed considerably as he began to study the faces of the other Runners, their features slowly growing sharper as the effects of the whirlwind drug he took began to wear off.
