Sarah Gladwell felt slightly welcomed by her driver Roberto's small talk, which took some of the nervousness of the occasion away. "Telum, and Inimicus in general, has a very temperate climate, Roberto", she began, "Very temperate, indeed, for our latitude. I believe, though don't quote me on this, that it's to do with some kind of warm current entering the Persian Gulf. Or something along those lines." She laughed nervously. In her briefing, she had read she would be received by dignitaries rather than a driver at this airport, and apart from her trusted aide Luyt, who had been by her side for eight years, she was all alone here.
Sarah looked outside and saw what looked like a line of almost militarised police holding back protestors, who chanted something she didn't understand. Was she not liked here? Did people even know who she was? She never knew people could get so upset over a few minor arms deals... Luyt shook her up from her thoughts, and gestured towards the front of the car, where Roberto indicated the motorcade's arrival at wherever their destination was.
And finally, as she disembarked the car, familiar faces. "Ah, Mr President", Sarah began as she shook Aguilar's hand, "Minister de Cospedal, Councillor Issola, pleasure to meet you." A moment of awkward silence ensued, a moment in which the sun appeared to burn just that bit harder, the light appeared to shine just that bit brighter, and Sarah felt just that bit more anxious. "Well, gentlemen, lady, shall we?"