With that much hardware leveled at her Ianthe kept her movements slow and deliberate. She didn't protest the removal of her weapons -- she'd been expecting it, in truth -- and was careful to move<i>exactly</i>where the Zax guards directed her to move. She simply attempted to keep a mental map of the labyrinthine building as she went, and by the time she reached the sub-level and began sensing the<i>real</i>professional soldiers, stopped bothering to keep the awe out of her expression.<br/><br/>When she was brought into the vault-like room, before the pair of Zax, she sketched another polite bow of her head before answering the question.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"My name is Ianthe Quinn. I'm a freelance... problem solver, let's say. I've some information to give you about the recent bombing of your research facility."</span>Carefully, she gestured towards the guard who'd confiscated her gear.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"The blue datapad holds evidence showing how the Syndicate was hacked, and how their own explosives were stolen to convince you that they were behind this."</span><br/><br/>She paused to allow the guard to hand over the pad to the Zax in silver-and-gold armor -- Captain Klank, she guessed.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"You're, naturally, suspicious of this. All the information <i>you</i> have points squarely at the Syndicate. Please consider that they value their arrangement with you enough to spend a good deal of money not covering their asses or preparing for war, but hiring someone like me to discover what really happened, and then bring that information directly to you."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>