Trent grinned, tipping his hat. "Yes, yes, I got ya. We get the info, and if we can't solve our problems diplomatically, we bring out our lovely little toys." He chuckled, rolling his head, wincing as his neck cracked a few times. "Oh.... oh, that felt good. Well, nice to meet you Sarina, Damian. I hope we get along nicely. Don't want my guys to get wiped because of something I did. That wouldn't be very good of me." He sighed, standing up straight. "So, speaking of our functions......... are there any problems that cannot be reasoned with?"