The sergeant looked uncomfortable with this new information, his eyes darted between the two Rothian figures. “I’ll need to make a call.” He said eventually, actually a bit stuck on who would be the best person to call. “No need, I'm right here.” A voice announced. The sergeant looked to his left and found a tall, bearded, smiling young man in a finely tailored suit of what looked to be the latest fashion. “Masgard Xandrus, civilian liaison for the Outremer administration. Very pleased to meet you..” Xandrus extended his hand for them to shake, apparently completely unfazed by Vreta’s condition. 

“I have to inform you that pursuant to Article 12 of Outremer Integrated Law Enforcement Regulation 43-5372, all further communications between any foreign parties and Dr Freyr Lang must come through me. As of five minutes ago, I am her legal representation and public liaison. I regret to say, any information you share with or learn from my client, without my knowledge or involvement, will contravene our shared law enforcement framework. I also reserve the right to terminate contact between foreign parties and my client at any time. With that in mind, i'm told you wanted to go inside? We can do that in accordance with Article 2, 99-1789, to confirm the safety of my client, and take a statement from both of you. Sergeant, would you please open the doors?”

The sergeant nodded, his HUD confirming that operational authority of the site had indeed been transferred to the fast talking fixer. “Open her up, boys!” He shouted into the hotel lobby camera, and the roller shutters began moving. “Please, after you.” Masgard encouraged.