Mercedes face fell. It was not only his smile that disappeared, but his shoulders drooped, he slumped back into the chair and he seemed to utterly defeat in one should exhale. "But I will be able to repay you all." He says softly, downing the rest of the whiskey and letting it encourage him again, "I will make my fortune, Sabana. You will see. I was planning to go back to India for two years or more, perhaps..." He pauses, looking over her, "I have many friends there, who would help me."