The Royal Palace, Throne Room
Urien whistled after his cat, which bounced from the floor and found its place snuggled around his shoulders. Now ladened with his new living muffler that mewed after the Princess, he lagged behind to take one last view of the Reach upon the floor, drinking in the names and judging their importance by the value of the gemstones that represented it. He said nothing, but his eyes lingered on Drinax, and on the throne. What a prize.
He followed the group out to the air/raft limousine, eyeing the obvious security detail. His eyes followed the gaze of their driver back to his mark, and for a moment Urien sorely wished he hadn't surrendered his arms before entering the Palace. Perhaps the Chief of Security had finally realized one of them was a legitimate danger to their Head of State. Then again, no one in particular was of the pacifist streak, so why her? He shook his head and entered the limousine, taking note of the opulence and laying Astrid on his lap. She made a show of kneading his knees before settling down, and occasionally mewing loudly for her queenly share of the snacks available.
The Royal Hangar, Harrier Bay
Astrid rose up from her perch around Urien's shoulders, but he carried her in his arms instead. As she protested noisily, Urien shushed her: "The floor is filthy, Astrid. Not now." Craddling Astrid, Urien paced around the interior of the bay as the Drinaxian officer stepped forward with a name for the ship. As far as he was concerned, it fit the theme of their mission, so he had nothing to say further. He did however, have a question of his own.
"This ship was under the Sindalian Navy before it was dispossessed; I hope that, in the event we are scanned by the local auhorities, we do not flag as a Sindalian vessel. Do we have any options as to whose registry to mimic? Say, a local power that no one would be surprised if they were caught acting as raiders?" He paused to adjust Astrid in his arms, as she struggled to explore on her own. The struggle ended when she bared her claws briefly to prick Urien's arms. He dropped her unceremoniously after that. "There will be a bath, Astrid." he warned her, breaking eye contact from Lord Wrax.
Then as though he hadn't just threatened his pet cat, he continued with his line of questioning. "Beyond the local pirates of course. I am sadly not so familiar with the astropolitics of the Reach. . ."