With drink in hand, his blue gaze shifted from the belter to the former detective before falling to the floor as he thought. And took a silent sip of the alcohol. "Tot fong téngteng shetexe...yeah?" He stated quietly, remembering the reason why he had come to meet in this part of Ceres in the first place. "Cut his connections? Leave him in the vacuum with no air..." His gaze lifted to Siefbee, visibly irritated. He didn't like rehashing old shit that only felt like opening old wounds and he liked being judged for it even less. But right now, more than either of those things, he didn't like wasting his time. Not with Levi in the hospital, holding on by a thread. "I have no plan. Because his connections stretch across the entire station." He held the glass on his knee, his tone was ice. "Pier 1 to Forest Park...and everything in between. Without any attachments, I might have gone with my plan A. But as it stands, I'd be better off leaving Ceres altogether." When Sarah had died, Luka was stationed between here and Tycho. He could go back there, where Benton had no power. He could take those who mattered with him. And leave the station to rot. "But as you mentioned, Benton is bad for the Belt. And as much as I hate to admit it, I care about the Belt. So..." He shrugged, leaning back in his chair. "I'm open to ideas."