time to hand things over to the subconscious to chew on it for a while.
Mark was in the hotel, with a moat to his rear, the sea on one side and an open expanse on the other filled with an army of suicidal drones.
Perhaps the position he has taken is a weakness? By removing the unknown he had less cards to play. Perhaps it was an impossible fortress to storm. Perhaps this was him taking shots in the dark again. He’d let his brain work it out and turns back to the food, then rubs Dylan on the head messing his hair and gets a smile back in response.
Steve: Don’t worry kid, we’ll figure this out.