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Þorgerður rose to her feet, shooting Dvořák a glare until he did too, at least forcing the sour expression away. They bowed respectfully to the Taiyou. "I'll be sure to provide the files you've requested regarding Empress Keiko, your highness," she said. "I'm happy to help however I can, even if certain stipulations would be impossible." She made mental note to schedule a meeting soon with Boisvert-Panelo - clearly, something was amiss in the prisons department, and she'd need to know sooner rather than later exactly the size and scale of the clusterfuck. She also made a mental note to contact Khayyam's office about Dvořák.

For his part, Dvořák watched the Taiyou depart, slowly releasing the tension in his shoulders as they left. Of course Nobuo Takayama would be upset about the prison conditions where the old woman was confined. Why was it that he had a soft spot for war criminals? Dvořák gave Þorgerður a pointed look. "Hope you enjoyed your first meeting with a foreign power. That's usually how it goes. A foreign head of state - or someone representing them - trying to strongarm Terra into whatever awful demand they've got that day. See you." He rather abruptly turned on his heel and left, disappearing into the inner office suite for the Minister of Foreign Affairs.

Þorgerður remained alone. Her aides, after all, had left quite hastily once they'd been dismissed earlier.