Ben stepped in here. "We've been airing speeches to the Isle. They haven't been playing here?" he asked, concerned.

"Odds someone stripped the TVs for parts?" Mal asked, bitterly. "I know Dragon Hall has at least two." She shook her head, disgusted.

"I agree with you about this place," Ben said softly. "And we have some experience with how people can prejudge each other," he said, butting his arms around Mal from behind, supporting her. Not that she seemed to need it. "We're doing our best to make things better, but it hasn't been going as swiftly as I hoped. Even before all this," he said, apologetically.