He sounded, Stutely had to admit, like the Robin of old. The Robin who could bring folk together, get 'em moving in the same direction. Every eye in the room was focussed on him; Stutely could see a small ripple of nods, see Ben already with his laptop open.
And he was asking for input. Hadn't done that in a long while, either.
Well. See what happened, first. If Stutely didn't hope for much, he couldn't be disappointed.
He set the empty beer bottle down on the coffee table and slipped a hand into Clio's, turning his focus to the task he'd been given. "Going to be a short timeline, I'll wager."
Artemis, meanwhile, leaned against the wall, arms folded. "Biggest danger right now is he sees us coming and scarpers again. If he leaves town, we're right back at square one. Whatever we do, we don't wanna draw attention, so best we move in small groups, pairs. And try not to be seen asking too many questions."