"Hardly, what's clean to me would get my ex-wife launched into a fury of thrown sandals and pieces of fish." He smiled and shook his head as well. "I said medical professionals, the actual intelligent members of this world, or at least city. I bet they would hear you out if you found the right open mind."<br/><br/><span style="color: #336600">"Uh-huh, if you say so, Miss Beautiful Goddess." </span>This time she mimicked Delithia's voice, but it was a huskier and more aroused tone. She took Order's hand and squeezed it gently as she accepted the flow of information.<span style="color: #336600"> "Scare them? Nonsense, to them they're just seeing a random bit of space debris floating harmlessly through space. I'm too far away for them to detect and even if the toy I throw gets too close it would never make it through the atmosphere. I won't get involved with them on a personal level until you approve of it."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>