Lane rolled the right-way on the bed and watched Brant watching him. "I think there are. I hope so. I've had my ears open, and there are a few that have ideas." He wiggled down into the bed, getting comfortable. "I feel like we're just being... watched. Or assessed or something. Maybe we're just some kid's science project. But I was probably just in the wrong place at the wrong time. I'm usually not one to sit back and let others do the heavy lifting, but a few of them seem to know more about the logistics."