It might have impressed other listeners but not her. The audience were invited to call in with their opinions but with this weather pounding on her ca..., she wasn't about to risk it and have an accident.The rain was a torrential downpour which was rare in the State of Washington. She reduced her speed to less than forty miles an hour while most others did the same. Some crazies sped past like she was standing still fish tailing but not letting up on their speed. She decided to call Cal."Hi. This is something worse. As you know, we are in a recruiting phase right now. We are trying to fill understaffed areas with contracted civilians. Usually, we do security and background checks before they come aboard. The exceptions are if the area is a critical need area or the people contracting have been recommended and sponsored by a crewmember.”“In those cases, we put the security and background checks on hold. Usually, until we have some free time for them this morning, our specialist that. "Run, damnit!" Gavin snapped at the women, as he stood up again, managing not to stumble with an effort of will, and turned to face the startled attacker."You're... hmmm." He smirked, gently. "You're not Marduk's, I know you're not one of mine. You must... Camael's, yes..." I'm mine." Gavin explained, quietly, privately thankful for the rest. Adrenaline was muting the pain from his chest, but it couldn't last, and he was walking the narrow line between being exhaustion and pain. "Just mine." I. I expect that as long as they don't have to actually think about pulling the trigger so that they cause death of a possibly sentient (though from your description I'm not sure how they classify the Sa'arm as sentient) being. That they would prefer us not to know how to get around the galaxy is undoubtedly true. The thing is I can't blame them for their paranoia. We are at least as dangerous as our closest companions and worst enemies.If you don't understand that last then I'll just say that.