At Shakar's words of taking Maria for some sort of trophy, his eyes narrow threateningly for a moment before he interprets the comment as a joke. Still, his voice cannot help but be a bit cold as he answers her. "To those not of her kind, she speaks in signs of the hands and fingers. If you wish to speak to her, do so directly, and I will translate her response."<br/><br/>Fredrico waves off the trailing Marines back to his own vessel, with orders to have the cruiser follow the Dauntless at a safe time interval. His first thoughts of the ship are a mixture of curiosity and bemusement, finding the bristling, weapon-laden and pointy hull to be somewhat gauche. A bit more reflection, though, and he can see the predatory elegance in the lines. Multidirectional weapons are certainly a novelty, but in a universe where one's hull designs are not constrained by their drive system, the advantages are unmistakable.<br/><br/>"I believe my own vessel will also be following us, though no aspersions are meant on you or the...Dauntless? The diplomatic core I've been saddled with as an entourage will insist on remaining at some close proximity. Just have someone relay to them about how long it'll take for this ship to distance from the other end of your relay by about a kilometer or so, and they can follow safely through and activate their own drive."<br/><br/>"As for what to do aboard ship - I believe, in the absence of any other pressing tasks, I might take up Ms. Chloe on the offer for a drink together, in whatever setting would be most convenient."