Dorian’s shuttle glides into the bay, fashionably late. He’s down the ramp before the engines finish spooling down. He spots the Merlon from across the opposite side and takes a direct line to him, weaving past some hangar staff. “Eish! I’m glad you could come and lend a hand!” Dorian gives him a quick embrace before turning and shaking Seung’s hand. “Governor, ever a pleasure,” he says with a grin, “And Shaman Grupp, I’ve heard good things. I’m pleased to meet you finally.”
To the assembled group, “Thank you for your assistance with this. It’s honestly heartening to see such a diverse group of people working towards a common goal. Plus, it’s nice not to be worrying about being taken out back and shot like the last time we met, Director.”