Malaclypse walked over to the gentleman who had just entered, remembering his ship from the "reception" earlier above the planet.
"Pardon me, sir. It seems our hired help is a bit 'lax' today. But, see that little spinning titanium globe in the corner up there?"
Mal gestured upwards to a pearlescent sphere hovering near the ceiling. "That sir, is Sophie Noir, on of our TAZ Fnordettes. She sees in spectrums you can't even imagine; and she has 'seen' something rather disturbing.
"This is an open gathering, and you are welcome to stay, sir. But, I'll take both those concealed weapons you're carrying. They will be returned when you leave the Chapel."
Mal smiled softly to the Xeno pilot as he held his hand out. The guest hesitated briefly, then surrended his weapons to the Episkopos with a wondering shake of his head.
"Thank you, sir. I'll tag these for you, 'Taipan'. Now, sit back and enjoy the music until the Ceremony begins, eh? They're playing one of my favorite Hispanic love songs. It's calle 'Amor Amor'. "