Consort Oksana coughs politely, managing to hide a near smile behind one hand.<br/><br/><strong>"Certainly you propose an <em>unorthodox</em> approach to the situation,"</strong>she says, turning to regard Nadira.<strong>"Regrettably we have no clear idea at this time of either the identity of this supposed deserter, let alone the nature of the object which will supposedly be delivered. It is this very lack I intend to charge you three with correcting."</strong><br/><br/>She pauses, head tilting just so.<br/><br/><strong>"Clothing on, preferably. At least for now." </strong>