Mel looked around the table at the three men seated around her, and began to feel a bit of panic rising in her throat. Vaako looked cool as a cucumber, but she could tell he was clearly analyzing the situation and all the various ways that it could go sideways...or potentially benefit them all. Tommy's face was completely inscrutable.
She swallowed the phlegm building in her mouth, and realized she hadn't even had time to pour herself a drink yet. Oh well... little late for that now.
"You want....one of us to...?" Mel tried and failed to get the surprise out of her voice.
Suddenly Mel's mind was able to latch itself onto a core point that Lachlan had brought up. "Wait...what product was lost?" she asked.
