Rebecca climbed up onto a nearby chair so she could be more visible, somewhat lamenting her current lack of height. That Bronzor would probably blend in better if he wasn’t wearing a giant coat and hat. At least, that was the way Rebecca saw it. Only the most important people tended to accessorize in her experience. She listened to what he had to say, though she was left feeling that she only had a vague understanding of the current situation at best.

	“Dexter’s right,” she decided. “Slow down for a moment: Who are these “other guys” specifically? What’s the story with this organization? What are we up against? Why is this TM you gave us so important? If this is going to be such a big job, we’re [i]really[/i] going to need some good intel if you want us to have any chance of succeeding.” She admittedly hadn’t absorbed as much of her father’s advice about strategy as her brother did, but she still got the feeling that charging in knowing so little wouldn’t turn out too well for them.