The Premier hadn't seemed to welcome his energetic approach, he hadn't meant it threateningly, nor had he meant it harshly. It was to be frank very new for many of the old guard, to adapt, to change, to embrace. These were in fact the most prosperous times of the surviving Coalition.
Maybe he would just have to reassure Premier Katz of his loyalty.
He staunchly followed behind the dignitary as delicately as he could, eyeing the IND delegation far off in the corner. He would have words with them at some point. James, the "beef steak" looked ready to down a wild boar and present it to all who would hear him. Typical, effective, but typical. He was Mao's kind of man.
Rummaging through his persons he pawed at his service piece, fully loaded, safety removed, chambered. He dropped it on the ground between the Beef Steak and the Premier.