It was probably the most mundane question Noble could possibly have asked, but Ford still had to take a second to consider how to answer. He wasn't sure he really knew yet. Things seemed to be fine so far, but everything could still crumble in the next hours, days, weeks. He didn't know what to do next; he didn't know what he was doing at all. There were so many ways that things could go sideways, so many pitfalls he hadn't even considered how to avoid yet... but on the other hand, if it worked, this was the first truly positive development his life had taken in a while. He just had to get through the next few weeks without blundering... and learn to look past the source of his 'good fortune.'

He took a drink. The satchel was heavy and the strap dug into his shoulder, but he didn't want to take it off yet. He was going to have to figure out what to do with some of this stuff, he realized; it hadn't occurred to him he'd be walking away with anything other than money, so even in his vague imaginings he hadn't considered how to get rid of anything other than coin.

"I think so, yeah," he said. The absurdity of answering this question with any degree of uncertainty struck him and he laughed, short and slightly manic. "We'll know soon enough, I 'spose. Nothing to do about it now."

He took another drink.

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