Whatever answer Danny may have had was cut off by the man in military garb clearing his throat and rising to his feet, not prepared to be put off so that Rand could get in an end-of-the-world booty call. "Mr. Rand, if you could-" he began and Danny nodded apologetically and turned his attention back to his guests, primarily the military man and the other in his crumpled suit. "So I can guarantee you three ships ranging from midsize to large, but no more, and if you can't live with that then no deal."
"Rand, we have the best infrastructure to-" the man snapped but Danny cut him off again.
"I get that, but we've got pilots and could just as easily launch evacuations of our own." Which wasn't something he'd discussed with anyone in his company who could get it done yet, but he didn't doubt it was possible. He met the gaze of the suited man who gave a slight nod and Danny returned his glare, stubborn, to the other man. A few tense moments passed and then the military man gave a curt nod of assent and Danny broke into a tight smile, "Great, Adams will take it from here." With nods to the others, the two strangers left, and the apartment filled with an awkward silence.