Seras nodded in grudging assent towards Wells. "We might need to fight Germaines if he's actively threatening people, but I'd rather talk him down than escalate the situation through combat. You've already seen how he'll respond to violence," she noted, glancing pointedly towards Porygon-Z, "but he hasn't harmed anyone unless already provoked."

[i]Such as by you,[/i] she mused. As much as she'd like to hold that against him, everyone had been utterly terrified by Germaines, herself included. It was hard to blame anyone's response under those sort of circumstances - he'd put himself on the line for the crowd, just in that headache-inducing manner that seemed to come naturally to him. "Let's try not to assume that Germaines is dangerous from here on - just don't press his buttons and be prepared if someone else starts to goad him. He deserves the change for a new beginning." [i]I can comprehend that much about him, at least.[/i]

She glanced towards the hotel, painfully aware of the state of her clothes. The upper half of her dress was drenched with sweat after the confrontation - given the option, she wouldn't wait a minute longer before changing into something clean. And her stomach wasn't much inclined towards waiting either. "Food sounds great," she smiled ruefully. "I'll swing by my hotel room, then join all of you for a meal."

Given the day's event, the dinner conversation would probably end with a food fight across the main foyer.