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"Indeed, that could work. Isaiah, you damned mongrel, put on the coat posthaste."
With an angered sigh she obliges, obviously infuriated by the blatant xenophobia as she shoves the coat on over her feathers.
"...Yes captain."
They continue on. As they enter the room and are offered refreshments the Captain politely asks for a glass of wine while his accompanying crew get their own assorted drinks. Isaiah speaks as well
"If you wouldn't mind, could I-"
"No, Isaiah, they offered to the humans, not you." the captain blurted in, cutting her off as she grunts angrily but holds her composure.
"I agree-" says Crilo, "-Hit and run, distract the enemy with random signals, and then the artillery stationed around can take potshots from a distance."