"Always wanted to know what buffalo meat tastes like. Wanna set sail for Montana?" He made a sly smile. He knew how important it was to get back to business, but it was driving him crazy to think about the end of the world. Forcing the topic wasn't getting them anywhere, and with the way the world they were in and her emotions were connected, sane conversation was the best idea for the both of them.

However, it was impossible for the two of them to share this space and not have two conversations simultaneously. Martin was hardly the most perceptive of men, but in a place where their minds were so closely linked, he could see some of her ideas to pool resources. The normalcy of the conversation made it so much easier to think about the more important things.

He nodded in agreement that they would need backup, and shared with her his plans. He intended, with her help and training hopefully, to use his ability to project himself to his sister so that when Joel tried to bend her to his will, there would at least be someone else in there to fight. He wasn't sure if he would be any sort of help at all, but he would be damned if he was going to sit on the sidelines while his only family was in peril. If nothing else, he could at least spy through her eyes and warn everyone when the situation got dense.
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"I don't suppose 'break the circle' would be within the bounds of your orders, would it," Vulture sneered, but then let Martin's face drop. "Nevermind," she said after she realized after realizing that she was being rude. Generally, that wouldn't concern her, but seeing as he had offered to help her and this entire ordeal had brought out a more charitable side of her, she thought it best not to test the boundaries of their temporary alliance.

She sighed reflectively. "You appear to come from stubborn roots."
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"You might have noticed that making friends isn't really in the priorities right now. The threat of an apocalypse can bring people together, but friendship is hardly on anyone's mind." The words coming from her mouth seemed hypocritical, given that most of her thoughts had lingered on Crowley since their first night together. She noticed that the communal eating place had begun to filter out, and she glanced back at the miniscule note that her brother had sent to her. "You don't happen to know what they're planning, do you?"