Olivia marched up to the screen, glaring at the glass as she might a subordinate officer on a dangerous mission. Her scowl had moved men twice her weight to action in the past. Her anger had frightened dictators and presidents alike. Now, though... she could see her own reflection in the glass. She looked like some rich girl's genetic pet. She didn't stop glaring, though. "Don't you think that protecting my team from the risks of life on this planet might be difficult if you won't give me the information I need to assess what those risks are? What do our odds look like when the leader you chose doesn't know what she's doing?"