Corliss was about to explain, rationally, just how he could prove what he was saying, before all hell broke loose and Will stormed off. He sighed, shaking his head.
"So much for rational discourse," he murmured bitterly. The two new humans and Tia were arguing amongst themselves and he was about to give up his little effort (<Lame and suicidal effort,> his host supplied helpfully) when another familiar young woman stepped outside.
"Hello, Kaitlyn," Corliss droned, smiling coldly. "I was just discussing the benefits of our organization to these newcomers. It's awfully stuffy in there, don't you think? We were just getting some fresh air." He paused, arms crossed. "Is that a crime?"
<Careful, Corliss, we don't know if that Will guy's turned on us,> Mike warned.
<Madat, that's the bugger's name,> Corliss interjected suddenly.
<Who? Oh. The Will bloke, sure. Whatever. What if he ran in there and told everyone what you were just shooting your mouth off about, eh? I'll tell you what, we're all dead, that's what, and what's the rebellion gained? Some dead bodies. Fantastic.>
Corliss' smile was still plastered painfully on his face, still facing Kaitlyn. "Is there anything else you'll be needing from us?"
