"I DO excel at sales!" Luka huffs. Correcting this odd assumption took momentary precedence over anything else. "I believe I'm the only one in the room with a platinum record, unless one of you are hiding something from me."

He settles back into his chair, arms folded.

"Just because she's dead doesn't necessarily mean she's no longer got any cards up her sleeve, you know?" Luka clarifies. "Maybe her dying was the lynch pin to something else. We've still got to be careful."