"Stop," Oliver chimed in, the vowels in the center of the word drawing out into an elongated, weary "ah" sound, looking up from his conversation with Kiley on the phone to eyeball Scotty, then Lennon. "Gratin' on each other's not gonna do a damn bit'a good here. With everything goin' on we can manage to be civil with each other for one meeting. Everybody's thoughts on this are valid. Nobody's gotta be an asshat."
He inhaled, then exhaled, shaking his head. "I don't know much about traps. I do know that some of you are gonna do some of this regardless of what the group decides. That's just the nature of the beast at this point." This time his gaze moved to Chase, who shifted a little uncomfortably at the attention, but didn't say anything. "All I ask is that we keep communication on whatever gets done open so we can keep people as safe as possible. You let everybody here know what's goin' down out there, and where, so nobody gets caught in it on accident. You keep it away from the house."
He looked back at the group. "I agree with Pam. I think a lot of us are runnin' on empty and any plannin' you're thinking of right now ought to wait at least until tomorrow when we've all gotten some rest. We don't have to have another big meetin' about it again. We can touch base just fine on the network, but I do ask that you guys to do that before you start anything. Can we all at least agree to that much?"