Doctor Hope let out a long winded exhale from her own helmet, the whistle of the air valve easing off as she prepared to speak once again. "We hope for the best of those we protect, and those lives that could have truly flourished... If it wasn't for the evil that abused their curiosity."
CS sat there with the same look as he always had. An unreadable pilot helmet who's visor hardly shines. But behind those layers of ballistic glass his visor was reading the anxious Doctor like constantly flow of sensor data: rate of perspiration, pupil dilation, movement cues, temperature map of his body. "Doctor... John, we are a people who value compassion and mutual trust above all. As such nothing in this room gets released without consent... As I've said, we're not in our diplomatic conference rooms."
CS once again turns his view to Doctor Hope, who in turn tenses up her posture before speaking to the visiting physician. "We can consider this doctor-patient confidentiality, if there are any issues you want to raise that you don't want attached to yourself, please speak with trust in us."
