Engrossed in her plans, Findy misses the tone of the major's remark and starts her reply with, "No. There's no point. It'd be more work laying rails than it'd be worth, and that's overlooking the fact that we don't have the steel, to make the rails with nor do we know of a handy deposit of iron ore to smelt into steel," she pauses suddenly, "oh, uh, that is, we're looking at boat designs. With an ocean between us and the gate, it seems like a good idea-- unless you'd really rather swim. And I don't know how far it is, lieutenant, nor how wide," she adds, directing her be-sunglassed face towards Kincaid briefly. "Perhaps the major knows. And while we're at it, major, it'd be useful to know how many people you're planning on sending on this bit of a lark, and if any of them are capable of pulling an oar."