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Thayu slid behind the control panel, and the staff lined up, looking awkward, in a showcase of different gamra races. I pointed the young man from the office to a control panel on a desk just inside the door. “What is your name again?” “Devin, Delegate.” The light from the projection showed up the groove in the tip of his nose. A local, like Eirani. “All right, Devin, I am going to contact some people. I want you to make sure everything, every word, every picture, every attempt to connect, even if all lines are busy, is logged into my work directive area. Do you know how to do that?” “I do, Delegate.” “When you’ve set that up, I want you to be an independent witness. Use the translator, and log it as well.” Without a word, Devin tapped a command on one of the screens and then found a