"Ah don't worry about it.  My name's John Zatheral, I'm a SPECTRE Operative and in charge of the security team meant to bring you and everyone else that's to meet here to the Capital in safety.  Considering the mess things have turned into, despite the well known risks of having the Neutral Zone here, I'm starting to wonder if it wasn't a good idea to meet directly at the Capital instead."  Reaching up to his helmet, John touched a button on the side and the visor pulled up, leaving the plexiglass covering, the HUD display he had been looking through disappearing as well at the same time which had helped to keep track of his boys and the enemies that had popped up to cause a diplomatic nightmare for him and the rest of the Council to clean up.  "Anyway, it's just been a long day for me, and we'll leave it at that."  Her strange question at the end of her rambling finally caught up to John and he laughed, feeling better after he was able to breath again.  "I'm sorry...it's not you...and given the circumstances I needed that really.  They were asking you to have sex with them, willing to pay for it in credits, our form of money through electronic means, and normally people that sell themselves off for sex charge either by the hour or by the night.  You asked."  He shrugged, pulling up his omni-tool to send a message to the ship to inform them of what happened.  "We'll regroup at Afterlife, and try to get everyone together.  Get in contact with Avelo if we can, and inform him of the plan.  Everyone else that comes in, send them the same way."<br/><br/>"Got it John, good luck."  The captain said through his radio, having faith John could do the job if no one else could.<br/><br/>"Sorry bout that Michelle, let's get going before anyone else decides to pull blasters at us."