Fredrico's face stiffens for a millisecond at the mention of cloning before relaxing again - almost too fast to notice, but there.<br/><br/>"No - our galaxy has a history with such sciences, an ugly one. We have cloning technology, and it is sometimes made use of, but they are their own individuals and most people would recoil at the thought of growing a clone for no purpose but to harvest its parts. As for genetic engineering, it is forbidden by treaty all across our galaxy. Engineered super-soldiers and bioweapons almost destroyed our Earth, back when humanity had just begun spreading into space, and the scars from those wars cut deep into our memories. The only active gene manipulation we practice now, aside from the eradication of genetic diseases, are prolong treatments."<br/><br/>Examining the bar, he pours two glasses of something that claims to be and looks like whiskey, taking them to where Chloe sat and placing them on the table in front of them before carefully settling himself into the seat across from her.<br/><br/>"I imagine they will be, but that is why my transport ship came equipped with a full staff of trained diplomats and negotiators. I'm merely the face of my universe, accompanying my companion out of practicality - it will be their job to argue the terms of such treaties, I can merely speculate on their eventual benefits."