"Yeah, think yer the last," Namur stood and grabbed three bottles from the counter. He passed one to Ace, one to Marco, and bit the top off one for himself.

"Look, this is..." He blushed a little, rubbing his hand over the back of his head. "A'ight so I dunno if y'all listen t' the news an' shit people say 'bout what's goin' on in other places. Dunno if I believe most a it either. But one thing's for sure an' that's that shit's goin' down. Prob'ly soon. Garden's got more enemies'n friends, 'specially now it ain't part a no bigger country, an' Time Compression's bein' a bigger bitch than normal. Got them damn Solja boys runnin' 'round causin' all kinds a ruckus too. Think it'd be good if we started poolin' resources, an' try t' get ourselves a ship big 'nuff t' sail anywhere an' house us all. Ain't sayin' we oughta skip out a town, jus' it'd be nice t' have a backup plan, in case somethin' happens t' this place. What y' all think?"