Khalidah took the proffered folder as CeCe passed it to her and listened to Ferryman go on about what would be required of them as members of this so-called team, displaying their profiles as if they were newspaper clippings and speaking with pride of how he forced a colleague that was supposedly a valued team member into playing dress up for a minor infraction.<br/><br/>She was not impressed.<br/><br/>“Mr. Ferryman,” Khalidah began, in a professional voice, lightly colored by her native accent.  “This is a public room in a public building.  There are windows here and, given that I could see inside the building from the outside, the glass is not secured for one way viewing, nor is it currently holding a projection to obscure what's going on in here.  And yet, you have put all of our files on display for anyone walking down the street to see.  You’ve compromised us all, and your security is shit.  You’ve lectured us like children, rather than the highly trained professionals you acknowledge and know us to be, and have admittedly forced your colleague into wearing an outfit designed to titillate as punishment for some minor failing.”  She tossed the file onto the table in front of her as she paused.<br/><br/>“It’s obvious that you need us,” Khal went on.  “But the real question here is, why should we join such a sloppy organization?  Why do<em>we </em>need<em>you</em>?”<br/>