Okay Opal, come inside and sit down, try anything funny and your head will be on the floor before you can say "Ouch" by the way, the name's Renn, Fletcher Renn, MI6
Otto: *sneaks over to the scene of commotion, sees the woman sneaking up on the three people arguing, and puts knife to her neck* Well hello, love. Id rather watch this drama right now, so don't kill them. Yet.
*pouts* any chance you're my dad? Listen, fletch, don't suddenly become the ruler of our three-person colony.
It's okay, but we should just travel together. No leaders-or-whatnot. I'm pretty sure I don't do so well with leaders.
Okay Opal, give it to me, and agreed Sophie, girls, have a seat and we'll talk through what we're going to do, good idea?