Freyr cringed as she realised how inappropriate her offer had been. The alien had been shot in the stomach. “Oh shit, i’m sorry. This is going terribly.” Freyr muttered, pouring just two glasses of water. One for her and one for the police officer. Freyr walked out from behind the kitchen island and gave one to her while Vreta carried on talking. The woman smiled encouragingly and downed it in one. 

Masgard jumped in and replied to Vreta’s offer directly. “I’m afraid i must decline that offer on my client’s behalf. The security we have in place is more than sufficient to deflect any further interest from a gang of thugs with knives.” He snipped. Freyr stepped in next. “Mr...Xandrus, is it? I’ll thank you not to just wade in like that. I am standing here, in the room, with you. I don’t even recall asking for a lawyer?” She was getting a bit annoyed with this awkward man already, however outwardly charming he appeared. 

Masgard issued a supplicate nod. “Yes, of course ma’am. You didn’t call for me; the administration appointed me to serve you. And I'm afraid there will be instances where I have to intervene. Pursuant to Article 13 of our legal agreement with the Rothians, ‘ad-hoc’ security arrangements for critical Human personnel like yourself need additional sign-off by the Outremer Security Council. The Executive Vice-President has given emergency authority to me until they sit tomorrow morning, for which I have their stamp.” He fished a small holo-chip out of his pocket, which beamed a complicated, single use sigil onto the ceiling of Freyr’s apartment.

Freyr nursed the bridge of her nose with one hand, arms crossed. She felt the effects of the powerful medication she’d taken earlier rapidly wearing off. It felt as though her feet had been planted in thick mud. “Ok. So what is the plan then? Am i just to stay here?” Masgard nodded. “For tonight, that’s the plan. There are two dozen police officers in or around the block; you’re totally safe. In the morning, I'll liaise with Babylon law enforcement and Rothian peacekeepers on your behalf, to discuss what risks still remain to your safety.”

“I see...Well, in that case, thank you both for your very generous offer.” Freyr tried to smile at the two very polite aliens, one sitting and one standing. “But it seems i’m well taken care of here.” Freyr desperately wanted to talk more through their shared musings on the Cradle, but this obviously wasn’t the right time. “Perhaps we can chat further about what happened in the Cradle tomorrow, once you’ve been...stitched up?” Freyr offered.