Lunise stood up. "If you will allow me a moment to change out of my uniform..." Her hands slid free of Meesei's.

Walking over to her luggage trunk, Lunise spent little time in selecting an understated yet elegant maroon dress. She spoke while pulling off her clothing. "I do not know if you intend it so, Meesei, but there is more to think about than simply convincing my superiors of the danger." She paused to neatly fold up her cowl. "Should they see it for what it is -- an existential threat -- then they shall insist upon complete command and control of both the Imperial contribution as well as your own people. I strongly suspect Marod's superiors shall wish the same authority for themselves as well."

The uniform came off as easily as the white underclothes came on. Lunise pulled the maroon dress over her body and turned her back to Meesei. "If you would please fasten me," she asked, gesturing to the cords at the back of her dress. "We should get going."