[center][h2][b]Praxis - Big White Room[/b][/h2][/center]
It seems his question should have been worded better, as only the alien shelled biped answered. This hodge podge collection of bipeds seemingly didn't understand meeting etiquette. It made sense, Kosnitch thought. This was hardly official, and whether they were officials of anything was unknown. Not that it mattered. More bipeds were coming into being. They were as bland as the ones already here. One had come in a larger bipedal metal shelled machine. It's sudden appearance startled him, but triggered no overt reaction on his part. His combat instincts were still highly suppressed. Regardless, it seemed pointless to question them at this stage, unless they had all day to go round an ever expanding table.

It seemed this thing named Praxis wanted to hurry things along as well. It had answered a short list of questions, and now wanted them to decide whether they wanted to be cast back from whence they came or join it's task force. Kosnitch would have preferred if they'd provided him a fillable form than have to try make himself heard. It would have been even better if they'd posted it to his apartment. But they hadn't, and he was were here.  Oh, this Praxis said they could reconsider at any time, but Kosnitch knew how polite modern intimidation was. He had to think about it now.

Joining  it risked abandoning the Coalition, which meant they could do some very bad things to him if they found out. They were just as likely to see it as an opportunity, however, and then he would be bombarded with demands to take this and that. And then there would be dealing with disturbances in reality. He had a feeling that would be a lot more problematic than paper work and escorting people. Ultimately, whatever his choice, he would be forced into doing a job he didn't want to do, for and with people he didn't know and rarely cared for. Seeing as the choice didn't matter, he decided to go for the more interesting option.

'I' am in agreement. Or I shall join you. Your preferred lettering for acceptance.'

With that, he awaited whatever the next stage of this obnoxious form of recruitment, pondering questions to ask his associates. There would be the basics of name, profession, capabilities. Things needed to allocate roles to the most appropriate skill sets. Kosnitch also decided that he'd go a bit beyond that with this group. He might as well try grab the heart if he was already clawing the carapace. What was it other peoples talked about and ask? General well being, that sort of thing. He would perhaps try to take on a mode of communication considered friendly. It usually proved to be the most successful way of communicating with other peoples.