Zhane nods a little and leaves the glass on the table and walks to the window and looks out
"I hope we can gain their trust, all Zoners, we once belonged to that family, we feel obligated to help them, in hopes that we get help as well. Any idea where to begin?" Zhane scratches at the edge of the metal that covers his head.
"I am sorry to hear about Malaclypse, although, you where the one I had first contact with. And my people don't forget you either, not any of the TAZ that we became allies with."
"What do you mean overtaken? Who took over in Bering? So, the station isn't in Zoner control? I am sorry to hear that, how come you haven't taken it back?" he tilts his head, but turns back to the glass for a long time before speaking
"Do you think that my people will be able to resettle? Do you think the other Zoners will hear us out? Or, what do you think we should do Doc?" he doesn't face Doc, instead he just looks outside