Maude wasn't entirely pleased with the way things had progressed so far, in that though she felt she had won a few points on some fronts, she felt rather as if she had lost ground with other members of the team. It was expected that Fleur's respect wouldn't be won over by words alone, the Legionaires being the sort that prized actions above discourse. Maude could understand entirely as it was her view as well, but in an initial meeting there was little she could do. She'd give her a bit of time to warm up to the ISRA's way of speaking and doing things. Of course, after what Maude deem to be sufficient time had passed and she found that in her opinion she was DUE the Legion's respect or at least cooperation, and was shown discourtesy... she'd take that rank marker off Fleur's face the hard way and make her eat it.<br/><br/>In the meantime, Maude thought for certain they were going to be fast friends.<br/><br/>Of the others... she could feel the almost imperceptible sigh of the Orgotek, smelling the remnants of her last meal in the "wind" of the air conditioner. She had thought she would have the most in common with the Orgotek, as they were both business minded, Maude via habit and Veronica via her Order. But the sensative shook aside the clear feeling of disdain for the slight conflict. Those who had no vested interest in an argument could afford to be dismissive and so if the Orgotek was willing to let it slide, it seemed of little consequence.<br/><br/>Maude Bristol's smile never wavered, despite the chill that ran down her spine. She was in the habit of keeping her ISRA "danger sense" activated at all times, despite how it taxed her. The term danger sense had been appropriated from the funny pages, when more accurately it was simply a running of the numbers. She was good with numbers. When the space corps first formed there were those that argued running the numbers of how many worlds existed that had sustainable atmospheres and liquid water mathmatically PROVED that alien life existed. The accountants and statistics meister's always gritted their teeth at such a statement of fallicy, similiar to how the ISRA hated hearing people say they "foretold the future".<br/><br/>Mathmatics can be used to illustrate the likelihood of an event, but until the Qin first set foot on our planet, conclusive proof remained ellusive. In much the same way, she knew the man was dangerous in the same vague way that a civilian knew a loaded gun wasn't a toy. Though "running the numbers" Maude found she prefered someone point a loaded gun at her rather then being in the same room as this fellow. As that was the case, she stood and held out her hand. Maude tilted her head to the side at man with death in his eyes, the cheerful smile she favored untouched by the tingle in her spine. Indeed it was the sort of cast iron sincere grin that oozed good nature and confidence. She knew it did, because she practiced it in the mirror frequently, "Maude Bristol, ISRA. Have a safe trip."<br/><br/>She waited until he had boarded the elevator before turning to Archer, clearing her throat softly, "Mr. Archer, would it be rude to ask on behalf of our Legionaire that we begin? We're all quite anxious to know what ever particulars you are at liberty to divulge, sir."