Rory
Rory smiled as the first one came in. She glanced at her notes so far. "Hello Chad, don't worry, there's no fail. It's too late to take you out of the fight even if you did. Now, take a seat and relax." Rory closed her eyes and counted to ten silently. When she opened her eyes, she was in pure analysis mode. "Tell me Chad, how many yeerks have you killed, estimate please. Followed by humans, hork bajir, taxons, and anything else that comes to mind."