As the conversation goes round the table Adelaide follows with her eyes, her mind full of the possibilities and abundance of pitfalls available to them. She already knows she'll be awake tonight, going over and over possible scenarios, alternatives, failsafes. She's never been unable to sleep a day in her life, but she knows this role, this unusual responsibility for planning that has always fallen to her brother before, will keep her mind going all night long. The weight of those boys' lives feels squarely on her shoulders. They've never failed her when she needed them, and she'll be damned if she fails them.
She nods, the skeleton of the plan in place and the fleshing out will need to wait for those chips to fall. "If Nina's there tomorrow at the LBJ I'll try to get a word in, and if not she's still got a secure phone," Adelaide says. "We'll get her tagged, and make sure all those moving pieces are ready to move." Her soup is half gone and she puts it aside, too caught up to do much more. "I think that's a pretty decent start," she says, though she still looks grim. She will, until they're back safe.