"I'll have the men look for him after we're finished, then. I need to speak with him, too." She fumbles about a pile of papers with one hand and reaches for a drawer with the other. Selim notices that her left has a black glove, although the right is bare. "Ah, the gentleman has already settled himself! Wine?", Elizabeth says playfully as she takes a glass out of the drawer, but Selim politely refuses. She takes offense at this and at his arrogance to sit without asking. "What, do you think we'd poison you? Look!" She pours a bit into the glass, visibly made nervous, and drinks it herself, in-between two sips of tea, obviously not overly pleased by the mixture.

"If we wanted you dead, we wouldn't invest so much effort into protecting you from your own assassins, would we? We are here to help each other, mister premier. You said you had some plans... Could you please elaborate now?"

"What, the Coalition premier, working for the BAF!?" Elizabeth genuinely giggled, something she does very rarely. "No, premier, no. Humiliating you is not part of our plans, and there is a reason why I still call you premier. You see, we too have a plan... But before we discuss it, I would like to talk about these." She promptly pulled out the piece of paper which she had been holding her finger on from the pile and gave it to Selim. It contained a number of questions written by hand, obviously prepared in haste and rather serving as Elizabeth's personal notes than a formal act.

Elizabeth stared at Selim in disbelief for a couple of moments. She had calculated that the chance Selim simply hands her the piece of paper back would be greater. As if picking up a holy relic, she handed him her pen in sacred silence.

"It's free real estate", Elizabeth's eyes said when they skimmed through Selim's answers. "If what you are saying is true, mister premier, then you are the only premier with a legal right to govern the Coalition part of Planet Sydney. Would you mind if we helped you return to power?"

"Dealing with the adversaries should not be your worry, premier. All you will need to do is call the Coalition population of Sydney for loyalty before it begins. If you are successful, it might even be bloodless. Even if we fail, a spacious mansion on Cambridge at the Steiners' expense wouldn't be the worst place to spend the rest of your life at, would it?"