"As you wish my lady.....Wait...Does this mean I get to stay? I thought I was being dismissed?! I failed to best your Champion, after all?...... Wait...did you say Mission? What mission? The Letter mentions a specialized team but....." Frustrated and slightly confused John collapses in a heap in one of the chairs and starts to eat the sandwich the maid brought in during his apologies. Unthinking he begins to talk with his mouth full to the engineer. "So Yack, whadis miffon we're goin on?"