[He's buzzed, but certainly not drunk. Any ideas the man is voicing are ones he's been thinking of since he got here. The alcohol is merely putting a smile on his face while he voices them.]

Yup. We'd have the cash flow to survive and the people here might benefit too.

[The bottle is set down between them, there if Kerrick decides to take another swig but otherwise idle. Tarq flops back on the ground and puts a hand under his head.]

So, what's the plan? Find a place to work from first or try to get some work?