BREYA: General Bala-Amin, do you have a moment to talk?
BALA-AMIN: I have however many moments you require, Secretary General, sir. I can always make more.
BREYA: Very good. I— Wait... Is that Tagon in the background?
BALA-AMIN: Both of the Tagons, yes.
BREYA: Those sneaky, testosterone-poisoned oafs invited you over because they knew I'd be calling you, and they wanted to watch.
BALA-AMIN: How could my oafish hosts be privy to your schedule, sir?
HABAN: Secretary General, you have a conference request from the Plenipotent Dominion.
BREYA: Well, speak of the privy.