Dutch seemed... detached. Although, that wasn't surprising. He had just shot at both of his sons, then watched one of them die. His gaze was focused on the ground as if was the most interesting thing in the world, and he was mumbling to himself about 'them traitors' and 'loyalty'. He looked insane, to be honest. Nothing more then a no good killer on the run from the law, who was slowly spiraling.

He seemed to sense your gaze on him and quickly looked up at you, staring you down in silence for a solid ten seconds straight before speaking. "I have a plan." he told you quietly, even though you hadn't asked. "I-I have a... a plan, I promise you that. I just..." he trailed off, rising to his feet and pacing back and forth. "I need time. Time, money, and no traitors." he finished, glaring at you as if you had just personally told him that you were a rat.

You knew that. Of course he had a plan. He always did.