Freyr could see most of the Human delegates on screen trying their utmost to retain a neutral expression. Pretty much all, in fact, apart from the Director-General, who’s jaw tightened and his eyes narrowed. He began speaking, but was promptly muted by someone else in the conference. 

President DeWinter smiled diplomatically. “Thank you very much for expanding more on your offer. I think we’d like to take a short break now to discuss internally. Please excuse us.” The screen abruptly went blank right after, replaced by the sigil of Outremer’s government.

The Speaker gave the Rothians leave to break for recess, and people began standing up and or talking. Most of the Human scientists began chatting among themselves. Freyr stretched her arms, reaching for the ceiling, before linking hands and gently twisting her back. She then rubbed her eyes, yawned and stood up. She caught 595’s eye again. “How are you feeling?” Freyr asked.

“Never better.” 595 grunted distractedly.

“You should get some rest. You’ve been through the wringer.”

“I plan on sleeping for a week once this meeting is done.”

Freyr nodded, patting the sitting Agent on the shoulder and surveying the rest of the room.