Conor raised and eyebrow at Elijah, the man's words clearly marking him out as someone who would certainly die first of the group. How could he possibly know a small group could take care of this problem? What if there were a hundred of the raiders? What if they had trained mercenaries in their number? The man's words were born either of genuine but clearly unfounded arrogance, or alternatively simply part of an effort to impress strangers for whatever reason. 

He nodded along the words of Sam, at least vaguely agreeing that the raiders needed to be exterminated, and there was no moral obligation to not lie to raiders of all people. The Californian pitched his own ideas, which while not bad were quickly undone by the suggestion of attempting to pick them off from long range. The notion was seemingly were born out of underestimation of exactly what raiders could do - a fact he knew had plagued the NCR and his own people alike - which had lead to the downfall of so many people. 

Walker spoke the least of the people so far, but certainly his words had the most sense. He respected the man with the gecko for acknowledging he wasn't fit to lead owing to his anti social tendencies. Eliza similarly spoke briefly but with sense, but then Alexander at last seemed to volunteer for leadership. 

His plan made sense, but certainly needed ironing out. "Okay, suppose we do that." The Mormon replied. "We're going to need radios to communicate. The Mayor I am sure would be happy to subsidize this. For the sake of his daughter if anything." the lad said, looking meaningfully to the mayor. "At least two, for communication between the teams. Though more for communication within them would be even better." He drummed his fingers on a lap for a second. "We should bluff. Spare guns, even if they're broken down, put them behind mounds of snow. Flashlights on hills pointing at the factory, tents, campfires. Give the impression there's enough of us to take them in a fair fight."