Aikaterine couldn't help but roll her eyes as the sparkly CUNTS consultant took a little time to flirt with the guy who'd picked a Glabrezu for his body.  Admittedly, the thought of the multiverse's only male nymph getting it on with a giant crab-wolf-demon-thing did bring to mind some entertaining mental images, as well as say some rather interesting things about the consultant's taste in men, but now really wasn't the time for it.  In her experience, you wanted to keep things looking professional in front of the clients, keep them reassured that they were spending their money in the right place.  If they figured out just how crazy the people they'd hired actually were, they tended to start getting second thoughts about actually spending said money.<br/><br/>To that end, she did her best to actually pay attention during Miss S's little lecture, even if the first half of it was material that she already knew.  A succubus who liked learning new things would only naturally be an expert on planar lore, after all, so the description of how the planes worked was more like a refresher course than anything else.  It didn't even cover all the little oddities that didn't fit in with the general model, like the plane of mirrors or Sigil, city of doors.<br/><br/>The look into the motivations of the mysterious Mr. B, on the other hand, was much more interesting.  So then, they were to overthrow this newly-founded order of paladins with an agent from within their own order because they were led by someone who had overthrown his evil empire from within?  Well, he certainly seemed to be a fan of ironic fates, at the very least.  Personally, if she were in his shoes, she'd have just paid for a surgical strike.  Go in with overwhelming power, capture this 'Queen Catherine the Conqueress' and drag her back for a little revenge, and kill anyone who got in the way, that sort of thing.<br/><br/>Still, Mr. B's plan did at least have some style, she had to give him that.  And the knowledge that he had a life expectancy of at least several millennia gave some clues to a possible identity.  A lich, maybe, or possibly a demigod...<br/><br/>"I've got a few questions,"  She spoke up, when it was the party's turn to speak.  "Once we've departed the ship and gone off to whatever destination we choose, will we be stuck there and forced to rely on finding our own means to move around the planes, or can we call the ship somehow and get brought back here?  For that matter, will we be provided with a means of staying in touch if we all split up and go to different planes, or do we have to figure it out for ourselves?  And finally, speaking of staying in touch, I'm guessing you've got a way for us to contact you whenever we need to make reports or request resources, right?"<br/><br/>Aikaterine was thinking that it might be a good idea to do a little reconnaissance first, take a look around the enemy's headquarters and see just what they were up against.  The idea was much less attractive if she was going to be stuck there and have to find her own way out, though.  It would require doing some actual planning, instead of just running off every which way.