"Yes," Midori sighed. Couldn't she even get a decent meal? "We know him," she clarified in the same tone one might use for<em>We know the tell-tale symptoms of raging case of chlamydia</em>. She stood up and pulled out her little gun, then took a knee. "OK - stop in the name of the space police. You are violating at least seven known treaties and actually somehow making Natsu-chan look relatively law-abiding in the process. That's worth at least another three in my book."