Mendel stared levelly at her, "So tell me all about our glorious revolution while I examine the completed question packets... try not to bore me... I get... narcoleptic when people try to bore me, and I assure you, if I fall asleep... Boris over there," he pointed to the burly Marine in the corner with a shotgun. "He has orders to wake me up by blowing your head off your shoulders... do we understand each other?"