"Don't see any reason why it wouldn't be possible to get silk armour made up," Russell shrugged. "I mean, it was done about three throusand years ago. There's no technical reason why it can't be done. The main delay would be political. The companies that manufacture the Interceptor vests we wear -" he tapped his fingers against the flak jacket he wore over his torso - "would insist their stuff is good enough, even though knives and arrows are some fo the best weapons against it. The lobbyists would try and make the idea of silk armour sound sissy, and the companies that have access to the gate bases would be scrambling to get their hands on as many spiders as they could. Politics always gets in the way," the Marine snorted.<br/><br/>When the sound of clinking glass reached his ears Russell immediately perked up. "Well, it wouldn't be just wine," he stated dryly. "You've got to remember that grapes don't grow well in all environments, so they might not be familiar with wine. On the other hand we've included a variety of boozes as well as foods - can you imagine the reaction of someone who's never tried bourbon when they take their first shot? Also we've got samples of food and clothing that they should find interesting. I hope," Russell muttered under his breath.