Benedict gives a funny little laugh, a little too high and sudden, but doesn't explain or even acknowledge it-- he rests his chin on his hand and waits for the coffee to start doing its thing, a strained, faraway smirk on his face.

"No, probably not," he muses, "one hopes there's a middle ground, and I think Riftwatch has done its fair amount of work in that regard. We'll just have to see how the chips fall when all's said and done."