Beckett grinned, nodding slightly without looking up as she heard Malcolm's words. She would have thought less of him if he wasn't the one to come up with a clear-cut, simple plan to move things along.
"Someone close, someone safe." She had moved on to playing with her hair now, but she had at least deemed it worth her time to give some others at the table a vacant look.
She paused, considering, then focused on Callisto.
"Someone young."
Yes, that was the important thing these days, wasn't it? They had 'saved' the world for the children. Wouldn't it be a shame if they weren't safe in this cushy new world?