She was right. Solomon did see it. He saw it and he had nothing to say, because even though she was right again, they knew too little to speculate. "Visions are rarely clear enough to tell outcomes with impunity," he pointed out, and then smiled. "Since we're apparently now an item, China, you should know that I'm very rarely satisfied. I'd like a dozen minimum before we start on the Cleavers. That will cover all the Sanctuary entrances with some to spare. If, however, you feel you're not up the task I'm sure I can request some of our linguists to come and lend you hand for expediency's sake."

It was a taunt, a tease, a challenge--yes, he did want more before they destroyed the Cleavers. Enough to maintain a safeguard around the Sanctuary. However, it would be prudent for China to show the Sanctuary linguists how it was done, since there ought to be enough of that style of statue to animate for their purposes that day. That could come later, if China's pride didn't allow her to play mentor right now.

Without even waiting for China to accept--because she would--he turned toward Vex and held out his hand. "The rest of them are stored downstairs," he said. "This way."