This pause in the interview left Eliza with another chance to enjoy the tranquility of the gardens. She took a big inhale followed by a slow and steady exhale as her eyes calmly drifted across the landscape, the trees, the bushes. This place was truly something else, if only her temporary quarters could be anywhere close to this. Seeing nothing but asteroids when you looked out the extra hardened shock resistant window of the hollowed rock they called Cape Wraith Base in Newcastle was far less relaxing for the senses. In fact sometimes it was more unnerving actually as you watched an asteroid fly straight towards your room only to be caught by the station's energy shield and repelled back into it's brethren at the very last moment. A quick realization sparked up in the Maltese girl's head - she had fallen on the level of the miners of Tau-23, thinking about rocks so deeply. The disturbing thought snapped her out of her daydream. She looked at Alfred and wondered what was taking him this long. Driven by her curiosity she made an attempt to peak into the note he was writing so steadily and carefully. Too bad Eliza wasn't experienced in reading text upside down so a few squints and head tilts later she quickly gave up on the notion of spying on her interviewer's writing. The Maltese put her hands on each side of the chair and adjusted her posture again then began to slowly swing her legs like a little girl as her mind drifted into thoughts again. What could Loyola be doing at this very moment? Probably plotting some scheme to gain further power in Maltese society. Eliza's face brightened with amusement, this cartoonish depiction of Loyola as the evil antagonist always brightened her mood. And then salvation finally came, Alfred raised his head from his notes and spoke again. This caught the distracted girl off guard as her brain cells had to work out what had just happened in those few seconds it took for the man to finish his sentence. Oh, the enemies of Malta? Spot on, Eliza, repeating what he said is the way to go! They're... there's plenty of them actually. Corsairs, the Gallic Royal Navy, Kusari Naval Forces, the Crayterian Remnants, the Independent Miner's Guild, the Gas Miner's Guild, Bounty Hunters, Council. In fact now that she thought about it - it might have been easier for her to list the people Maltese weren't at war with. The Corsairs we fight for influence over the Sigma sectors, the Omicrons and Kusari. The Gallic Royal Navy is the ever present threat if they ever decide to expand north towards Malta. The miners have always been good raiding targets and have moved into our own space trying to claim it as their own. Rest view us as dangerous criminals and openly attack us. To be honest we're nearly as hated as the Corsairs, perhaps even more across some parts of Sirius.
