Caught offguard, the young man with ginger blonde hair in his thirties replied back. "It is not exactly like we came without even invitation. We had a prior notification and the host of the party did not mind"
Giving a pause to gather thoughts together the man continues "I'm a leader of zoner engineers Raul Golden from a workshop Interstellar beacon at the moment standing in the crossroad between Bethelem station and planet Erie. Our gathered group is dedicated to research and development of hyperspace technologies as the main target, and we already have enough working prototypes to offer surveillance for plotting navigation across all Sirius in all variety and accuracy."
Smiling slightly, Raul has more and more determination in his voice with every next said word. "I can say that we are quite afar from any politic business, but as a leader even of a not related to it group, I'm obligated to be as wide learning and listening as possible, to be prepared for everything we could face, otherwise politics could bite us when we would expect less. You can, of course, say I'm too young for such matters, but everybody starts somewhere, and holding responsibility for a group of people and being not ignorant of his duties is what qualifies a leader. While age is just a small downside which would pass with a time"
