Behind Isoth, the mountaintop view melted away to display the starfield of the void and the single blue-green gas giant planet 'falling' away from the ship as it pulled out of its high orbit. The human right that had dropped off the 'diplomatic' team had already high tailed it for the system's edge; per Isoth's orders, the Inarras would allow them to retreat unhindered. There was no glory or honor to be had facing a single small craft that his own outgunned in almost every respect. As such, the enormous gaseous planetoid framed Isoth near perfectly.<br/><br/>Isoth swirled the smokey amber liquid around in the crystalline glasses with just the slightest tilting of his scaled wrists. His eyes, however, remained locked onto the human female's figure as she reluctantly removed the soiled dress. "Isn't that better?" Isoth growled with what could pass for a grin on an Inarras; showing the rows of razor sharp teeth within his maw. "You will be given something else to wear shortly." The Harbinger added before reached out the cup his left hand, "Come. A drink is in order."<br/><br/>The air in the room was, for a human, somewhat on the chilled side but still within a comfortable range; with a hint of cedar and something close to cinnamon with just the faintest touch of citrus. A far cry from the stale metallic air that seemed almost omnipresent in the human starships. Comparatively the two races were at, roughly, the same technological level; If skewed in the Inarras' favor. The larger difference, however, was simply the number of crafts the Innarras could field against the human's still burgeoning fleets. As, of course, they'd simply had more time to construct such things and had been doing so for decades longer than their neighbors.