"I will," Molly says, a quiet promise. She might not be the person to present some kind of outright proposal, but she can definitely ask around, see how that sort of thing might go over, maybe even start to sway people who wouldn't have thought about it or haven't cared enough over to the idea. If they're going to do this — and when she started thinking of it as them, she doesn't know, but she thinks it's clear enough that she'd want to be a part of whatever he can get together — then they're probably going to need support from people who are from Darrow, too, and she might be able to accomplish something on that front. It has helped, being among them, knowing that she's trusted, accepted by them. She may as well put that to even better use. "I'll talk to a few people, see what they say, or if they have any ideas on what might be the best way to proceed."

It's funny, really. She didn't bring him here to talk about any of this, wasn't anticipating this turn of conversation, but she still feels oddly hopeful now. This, for her, has always been about working towards something more, about trying to accomplish something good. If she can have anything to do with bringing about some kind of change here, then she'll really have made the most of her time here, made it mean something. With this impossible second chance, or whatever the fuck number she's up to now, that's as much as she can hope for.

"And good," she says, sipping her own drink in turn. She's not really looking forward to having to get up to refill them, something she probably should have taken into consideration before, but at least that isn't a concern yet, just like his falling asleep isn't, either. "Otherwise I might have had to resort to some other tactics."