Please good thoughts for friends who need 'em.
The three figures jump, startled, and turn to Amelie. Their helmets are dark, but whether it's deliberate or not is difficult to tell; they can still communicate over short-range communications, though. "What are you DOING here?" one snaps. Another hits the first in the shoulder. "This is YOUR FAULT!" The third steps back. "Whatever it is, it's not MY fault!"
Amelie grins. "It's certainly the fault of /somebody/ here. Whichever of you it was that tipped me off -- it's so hard to tell you apart in those helmets -- surrender now, so that the security team that's on its way doesn't shoot you with your 'friends.'"
"Tipped you OFF?" the first one fairly shrieks. The second is almost certainly looking daggers at the first: "What did you DO, Tug?" The third looks between the other two. "Tug, did you sell us out?"
<<OOC>> Lirian says, "Also, Amelie is a meaniehead. :)"
<<OOC>> Amelie says, "Just because she specializes in resolving conflicts doesn't mean she can't worsen them a bit as well."
Amelie tries not to sound smug as she continues, "Better figure it out fast. Clock is ticking, and I don't think Security will be asking too many questions before they start firing." She gestures with her free hand. "And I wouldn't like to see our ally injured."
<<OOC>> Amelie lies like a rug.
--Star Trek game. They let the diplomat talk.
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