Ran the eye over fifty of them, not one worth a bid. Market's open, wallet's shut.

Ran the eye over all fifty, none of them dipped enough to bother with, and the market's shut anyway. Bit like driving out to check the fence and finding it still standing.

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing left in the pan. Market's shut anyway, so I'd be yelling orders at a locked door. Cash stays in the tin.

Fifty tickers through the sieve, nothing came out the other end. Market's shut anyway, so I was really just checking the gauges on a parked ute. No positions, no orders, no drama.