Vince Pryor noticed the message in his inbox; how could he miss it, waiting for his ship to be repaired after another tangle with the Outcasts?
He scratched his chin, contemplating the philosophy behind the message. These "furred freaks" were being labeled as dangerous and worthy of removal "regardless of where they came from". That got him thinking: if any of these creatures were in fact a new breed of animal, which is to say "alien", then he couldn't say that going after them was a bright idea; the Squids shot first, these things hadn't, to his knowledge anywho. And though humanity had its vices, comparing it to the Squids at all was simply distasteful.
Then it occurred to him what was inferred by "so-called intelligence". He'd seen some of 'em speak better English than he did, and as far as he could tell were fairly bright; they could maintain and fly spacecraft afterall. So if their intelligence was in debate, then the intelligence of any human was equally compromised, and only bullheadedness could deny that.
The "flirting and corrupting our youths" bit... he honestly did not know how to respond. Except for the fact that cross-species stuff was kind of creepy, especially given the lack of social integration here, if they were animals of any stripe then they courted and mated and all that junk. Predictable, if a bit disconcerting.
All of these thoughts transpired as Vince continued to scratch his chin.
And then he realized he wasn't even a citizen of Liberty.
It didn't take long after that to remember why he insisted on being a Freelancer.