[ Cree greeted her as he always does, with a warm smile contrary to his character. He's in the middle smoking a pipe as he sorts through paperwork when they begin their conversation, requisitions and business licenses of establishments he does not own splayed across the table, but he draws his attention away from them to properly address her question. ]

I think it's going to bomb. [ He says, lightly, with a grin forming on his lips. ] No, it's a curious turn of events. We haven't had such a peculiar case of refugees in my lifetime.