NARRATOR: Arrival at Villa Gondwanamere...
BREYA: I need a few minutes alone with Lieutenant Sorlie.
Schlock, Legs, and Mac... get out.
BREYA: I like you, Lieutenant. I especially like how you're not comfortable spying on your own government.
I suspect you violated the spirit of the orders you were given when you were tapped as the cultural liaison here. Assuming you didn't disobey them outright.
SORLIE: Acknowledged, ma'am. Though I'm not at liberty to confirm or deny any of that.
BREYA: Nicely put.
What I would dearly love to do next is speak with the top of your command chain.
If your handlers are listening in, I suspect they can relay this message.
SORLIE: They can. You remember that "three-two-one" thing Haban did with Officer Libretti?
HABAN: General Bala-Amin is holopresent, and requests an audience.
SORLIE: Come on, Chesapeake! You guys didn't leave me time to count!
BALA-AMIN: *holoprojected* Did you expect me to deign to appear when you snapped your fingers?
SORLIE: In a moment of ill-considered indiscretion I did actually think that would have been cool, sir.