Owen nods as Mark picks up the thread and needles it, both of them poised to--patch something, pin it into place for future work.

"This seems like a start," he says, acknowledging Mark's willingness to put it together. "What do we do with the people who won't show up, is a question." He looks around, picking out the brooding pillars acting like their transparent wallflowering is necessary to keep the building up. "Or might not come back. Keep them busy?"

Keep them out of the bunker, is his first thought, but he's not here to herd cats.