<span style="color: #BF80FF"><span style="font-style: italic">"You're drunk with love and speaking nonsense,"</span></span>Uriel returned, her eyes playful.<span style="color: #BF80FF"><span style="font-style: italic">"I'll choose whatever the circumstances allow."</span></span><br/><br/>They eventually came to the last gate, and Uriel could see a noticeable change in the guards. Down here, there was a shortage of sophistication and order. These humans looked hardened by trying times, and she wondered if she could insert her will over theirs so easily.<br/><br/>"Names and passports," the guards ordered.<br/><br/>She sighed.<span style="color: #BF80FF"><span style="font-style: italic">"It's a long walk from the surface to here, you know,"</span></span>she said, sounding tired.<span style="color: #BF80FF"><span style="font-style: italic">"Do I really have to go through all of this again? I don't see why I can't just pass."</span></span><br/><br/>"Names and passports," they insisted.<br/><br/>She sighed again.<span style="color: #BF80FF"><span style="font-style: italic">"Uriel Surigat, and this is my human guide, Benjamin. Don't ask me his last name because he's mute and I don't know it."</span></span>She pulled the letter from the Embassy back out.<span style="color: #BF80FF"><span style="font-style: italic">"And this is my passport. I realize it's not an official passport, but your government is running rather behind and can't issue me one until tomorrow evening. However, my team and I are on a tight schedule and we need to start observing each of the levels as quickly as possible. The fate of your race depends on it, etcetera etcetera. May I pass or not?"</span></span><br/><br/>She could see that they weren't entirely convinced, but they shared a look and one of them said: "Alright, fine. You can pass."<br/><br/>Uriel kept up the act and gave a relieved and tired sighing sound.<span style="color: #BF80FF"><span style="font-style: italic">"You have my thanks."</span></span>When they had passed through and were out of ear shot, Uriel whispered to Ryan.<span style="color: #BF80FF"><span style="font-style: italic">"See? That wasn't so bad, now, was it?"</span></span><br/><br/>Meanwhile, one of the guards started drafting a report on some parchment.