<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fc/DianeKeynes2.jpg)</div><br/>Diane looks at her prosthetic hand, fiddling with the joints idly as she chuckles to herself. "Well, if you do need to go walkies, we've mag-boots. But the spacesuits aren't always that flattering unless you pay extra." She grinned at Kaylee and Sera. Glancing at Ekaterina, she gestured vaguely. "Well, controlling knowledge of such activities could have a lot of purposes. Including ensuring that those established in power get to perform them more often than spritely youths." Her nose wrinkled a little. "Which is a little unpleasant, but perhaps getting into politics. My apologies."<br/><br/>Looking over at the First Officer, and trying for a sympathetic smile, Diane asked. "If we came across information on what is in the ruins, or the progress of the TESLA operation. Which, I doubt we'd be personally in favour of, considering their opinion on independent actors. Can you suggest a price or means of communication? As your captain says, many of your other ships may be less understanding."