Nemo mentally took notes as Felix explained the situation. He went over to the to the fridge, found some juice, and poured it out into a glass like it was a fine scotch before sitting down. 

"I see, so democracy didn't go well." Nemo commented. "I've found that negotiations often go that kinda way for me. Especially with gang related individuals. Sometimes you have to take... a [i]different[/i] route with them." He explained, taking a swig from his glass mid sentence.

He shrugged. "Well, I'm sure the situation will work itself out one way or another." He finished.