For a solid minute, Micah was silent, considering the options in front of them. Once again their precognition was giving them a headache, and it was slowly draining their focus. They were still frustrated at the fact that this meeting was called so suddenly, and that they were trying to push things that shouldn't be pushed. Eventually they sat up again, leaning their elbows on the table and absently playing with the rag. "Let us go, then." They stood up and looked at one of the leaders, "How much are we allowed to negotiate for this?"