The Ambassador gurgled within his chest cavity.

“I am a Tindrel representative to Outremer, not Rothian space… João what say you?” Tindrel language was an eclectic mix of gurgles, subvocals and clicks - but this translation sounded to 
the senior diplomat like how he imagined an eloquent house parrot might speak.

Most of the Committee had left for other engagements by now, including Lord Hale. He and Souza could approach this however he wanted.

“This is a courtesy call. So far we don’t have any evidence to suggest these ghost ships are more than some isolated incident.” 

João barely had time to finish before the Ambassador interrupted.

“Hmmmm. Ok. Thanks for letting us know. I will inform my superiors.”