[wait they haven't even figured out their actual plan ye--oh god dammit.
Julian follows at a leisurely pace, looking at the paper at the head of the room on which is printed the last quarter's finances. He picks up a packet from the man sitting closest to the door, ignoring his protests and leafing through it quickly enough that it's a wonder he's getting anything from it at all--but he is.
His mind instantly starts running scenarios and calculations--he might profess to not understand finances, but he understands numbers, raw data.]
no subject
Julian follows at a leisurely pace, looking at the paper at the head of the room on which is printed the last quarter's finances. He picks up a packet from the man sitting closest to the door, ignoring his protests and leafing through it quickly enough that it's a wonder he's getting anything from it at all--but he is.
His mind instantly starts running scenarios and calculations--he might profess to not understand finances, but he understands numbers, raw data.]
Oh, don't mind me, go on.
[Give him a minute.]