Camille blinked at Ryuho's suggestion, her mind skipping a beat before settling back on its usual, methodical track. For a moment she had thought she had him... The Order were a terrorist organisation, were they not? Wasn't this sort of thing that they did? She mentally kicked herself, forcing the tension from her limbs. This wasn't some Royal Navy Officer, a petty man who would be more impressed by promises of grand gestures then the acts themselves. No, this was a different game. Still, the answers came to her easily, as they often did, solutions carried to her on tides of neurons. She merely had to reach for them.

"Will it truly change nothing? If infection is as dangerous as you imply, then is it not prudent to remove the source as quickly as possible? Policy change will follow." Arguing for assassination of her own commanding officer. Camille almost had to stifle a laugh at the incredulity of it. The corner of her mouth crept up in faint amusement, nonetheless. "There is something you must understand about Gallia, Ryuho. Each decision a leader, particularly a noble, makes is uniquely theirs. Whatever they may argue, it is not made on behalf of the government, nor a union, nor any organisation in mind save their own reputation. Each decision cements their hold on power. It is branding, of a sort. Xavier's policy would change, simply because it must. The alien neutrality was his defining order. For his successor to leave it intact would be to continue to acknowledge Xavier as the true Marechal of the Navy. Non." She shook her head, firm in her certainty. "It will change.

You ask why I have not taken action already." She flicked a second pebble into the pond, sending ripples bouncing from the faux-concrete walls. "That too, is simple. I do not understand what I face. As far as I am aware, I am the only member of the la marine to contact you. There may have been others who tried before me. I do not know. If I die, then who will prevent the situation you described? Who will keep watch to ensure that, as you said, a second alien does not simply resume where Xavier fell? I am not a coward, Ryuho, but I will not throw my life away for what may amount to little more than a momentary reprieve."

For a couple of seconds Kenji was quietly watching her expression. She sounded very convincing. Even though he still couldn't fully trust her, the words she said were quite enough to take her more seriously. His look thoughtfuly wandered onto the nature. How much could he trust to her? Perhaps giving her an information gathering mission would be too soon, however here would be a chanse to see if she is reliable or not. At least so it seemed at the moment.

"As you said, removing of a single person may not affect the situation significantly. And we might loose much more during this attempt, acting rushly will not bring a satisfactional result." he said, meeting her look again. "You may not realise the scale of the problem at full yet. Nomads aim for highest people of society..." he paused, expressing an unhappy smile as if he was about to say something shocking "... Some people in the Order suspect that your King himself may be under their control." With no more words Kenji attentively looked on Camille's face, trying to read her emotions.