Jacques, who'd taken up a perch beside Mizrel, watches the man with a visage that slow turns concerned. He places a hand on Mizrel's shoulder, giving it an affecionate squeeze before he rises and walks over to the man.<br/><br/>"Do you have someplace to hide if things turn awry? A bunker, or even a basement somewhere?"<br/><br/>He smiles at the man, confidence filling everyone in the room, streanger and newfound friend alike; he couldn't help it, whatever he was feeling radiated from him and "infected" others.<br/><br/>"While I cannot, nor will I, volunteer anyone else, I know that should trouble arise... well, I will do what I can to aid you and your people. Oh, but the Cyber-Kngiht there will help you. I'll volunteer her."<br/><br/>He grins a little as he looks over at Stessana.