Firefly Glen Why you always seem in a bad mood?

It was all a little too tar-and-feathers for Atlas' liking. He stood awkwardly listening to those around him throw around ideas like murder? The inkjet male had never felt more distanced from his family. Did they not wish to learn? Was it merely up to them to make a detailed action plan with only fragments of information that had been collected along the way? Were the Ostregas always so arrogant? 

Atlas said nothing, but his face reflected his discomfort with no attempt to conceal it. He did not think they had enough details. They had hints at what might have happened and had pole-vaulted their way into a full witch-hunt. The longer he listened, the more he did not want to be involved.