Sand listened intently to Matt as he begun to respond. Almost irritatingly brief a response, but one nonetheless came from the old Gaian, but Sand- Alvin was prepared. He turned his smile and his eyes to the current speaker, then begun his articulated response. "I understand how you may be feeling. I assure you, however, this is the lowest price available given the location of our FoB's. If you'd kindly turn your eyes to this side in the contract, right here-", he begun, then reached to his lapel and pressed down. A faint click emanated from the area and his smile vanished, revealing a sharp expression of a youth with more brain and experience than Matt had given him credit for and a smooth Texan drawl. "Listen here. Full disclosure? Y'all getting the super-f**kin'-dee-luxe discount here 'cause Mikey's family with one of our cap'n's. Normally, this kinda breakneck errand'd cost ya some fifty to eighty mil, but we gone an' decided to throw in the bribes, paperwork, customs an' obligatory navy reports fakin' pro bono. Y'catch my drift now, grandpa? I ain't tryin' to make an enemy outta you, so don't start tryin' to make one outta me. Now, where were we?"
Another brief reach to his lapel and click later, Alvin's face was a cool, professional business smile all over once again. "So, as the terms clearly explain, sir, we've got a classic mistake. When your colleague, uh, suggested his perception of the price, he was unfortunately mistaken. Are we good to continue? Misunderstanding cleared up?", he lilted in his infuriatingly pleasant tone, Texan accent well hidden once more. It was very obvious, however, he was a bit unnerved- A slight toe-bounce took over his right leg subconsciously as he sat, filling the surrounding with a quiet rustle of fabric, and one could swear the bodyguards behind him tensed up ever so slightly.