[Tarquin nods and reaches for the bottle, wanting another swig.]

I've been thinking though. Word around the place is people don't get to go home right away, and when they do they don't seem to get a say in it.

[It sucks so much. There aren't many people Tarquin cares about but two of them are at home without them. The other sits beside him.]

We're gonna need money if we're gonna survive here. What do you say we kick off a little business? Just enough to tide us over.