"Right... And if nothing happens, then we're just the crazy conspiracy theorists. Could be worse," he said with a forced cheerful tone.
That was set then. "That's what I was figuring," he noted with a nod. They were likely being monitored at every turn. Hell, they might have even been chipped for all they knew. Barcoded. Something. "No sense in wasting time standing around here then. There are things to be done," and with all the practicality he could muster, he was headed past Cathair, ready to leave the cottage.