"Nervous?" Bit asked. "Nah, I've worked with glitching nuclear armaments before. If politicians made me nervous, I wouldn't still be alive."

Bit sighed as he opened the oven and grabbed the bowl of Searat. The sweet smell of its contents quickly permeated the room and mixed with the smell of 'coffee'. The resulting smell was not too bad, but the smell of just one or the other would have been preferable.

"I'd be lying if I told you that I wouldn't want to take my weapons to the meeting though, if for nothing else than to make those pencil pushers watch what they say."