[ He glances over, a casual loll of his head in the movement, half a shrug with one shoulder lazily moving up, then down at his answer. He knows Heine is annoyed; he just doesn't care. ]

Sure. I hear ya. It makes sense. [ He can't argue with that course of action. It's not too far off from what he's doing right now; the difference will be when this is over — but that's because Amos has a purpose here, in this world, where it seems like Heine doesn't. ] What about after? I don't mean with the sand. What's the plan when we're all out of here?