As Mar and Elayne walk in the bar, Thordon dashes past exiting the bar, heading in the direction of the crash. He gestures with his hands and points his palms at the ground, instantly, he begins to hover off of the ground. The next moment, Thordon speeds off in a flash.
The Director looks at the blabbering woman with a lost look of confusion. Unable to get a word in, he lets her finish before speaking, "Higher life form, you could say. Though I don't often get involved. I'm an observer, not supposed to interfere with events. Although there are exceptions every now and again. I've no idea what species you're talking about, but if they all dress like this, then they can't be all bad, can they?" He looks at the ship which seems to have calmed down a bit, even though it was still loosing ground. He stood in silence a bit longer before speaking up again, "Sorry, did you say not to start any trouble? Are you the local law here? I hope you're not the official welcoming commitee, with an intro like that. Otherwise some people might take offense and run off."