Kieth-Edward gave a small sigh, addressing the doctor. "Relatively certain. Why, isn't that a magnificent reassurance." He rubbed his forehead, making his calculations.<span style="font-style: italic">Too many X-factors.</span>He then assailed the doctor with questions. "Alright. How much resources do you have, and what's the campaign plan? And most importantly, are you going to train us as soldiers or use our cerebral skills? I'd like to know these things before I make a decision - weather to take my chances with you or just dispatch myself, that is."