The Connacht Summit

[Keirdran]

"Oh, none at all actually. Rather a smooth journey, all considered. If I'd known I might have been more insistent on a 'lower profile' approach, but Ms. Vara really did insist on the transport. Trying to keep me out of the pilot's seat, far as I can tell", Mark muses rather openly, before adding somewhat hastily. "Not that I would imply security isn't adequate mind you, my pilots report minimal issues in Dublin, funnily enough, just some problems on the way with those damnable Corsairs. No such bad luck this time though."

He had been about to sit down before the Syndicate leader turned up, pausing and offering a polite smile. The lack of recognition is rather mutual sadly, but Mr. Lathrop does not seem to take offence or perhaps simply doesn't notice not having been offered a handshake. "We likely haven't had much reason to meet, all said. Our affiliate group, NDI, operates almost solely in the Omegas and dabbles in the Omicrons. I'm Mark Lathrop though, Director", he again offers to this newcomer. "An absolute pleasure likewise."

With that all done and dusted he does take the drink poured for him, it wouldn't do to refuse and spurn such hospitality. "Usually I don't drink, but I can certainly make an exception." Following the Minister's lead he takes a more reserved sip of his own and finally gets seated.

"I've no questions for now, at least none that I don't think will come up as we proceed. Otherwise I consider myself to be read up on the situation here, but it would be best to get a summary from your position too. Helps to see it from all angles", Mark expresses, leaving the floor open to the others or simply for the good Minister to proceed at his own pace.