Natasha's eyes narrow ever so slightly as the man speaks.  He was good, no doubt.  Waiting for all of them to be seated, and then remaining standing, himself.  The height over them (well, most of them; troll excepted) would give him a minor psychological advantage.  Similar to the firm instructions not to touch anything, which served to subordinate them from the start.  Very clever indeed.  She purses her lips, pausing for a moment to consider.  He might have the home advantage, but she had been born to play the game.<br/><br/>Clearing her throat for attention, Natasha watches his eyes very carefully.  If they flicker down to her cleavage, she arches her back ever so slightly, emphasizing her feminine form.  If not, she folds her hands on the table in front of her, just as one might do in a boardroom meeting.<br/><br/>Once she has his attention, on her face or otherwise, she speaks, her tone slow and measured.  "There must be some particular threat that you anticipate if you are looking for, shall we say, below the board protection.  If we know what it is, we can better make the preparations to keep your daughter safe."  As she continues, Natasha's smile goes ever so slightly crooked.  "And, of course, allow us to properly weigh the twenty five hundred nuyen a day against the possibility of failure, with your certain retribution to follow."  There; that might help earn them a bit of extra nuyen, at least.