Bilbo was impassive, standing at the "front" of the room the crew members found themselves in. She waited, patient and unmoving, for all of them to rouse before she bothered to speak. Even after that, she waited a little longer. Letting them collect themselves, find their bearings, center themselves before she began speaking.

Of course, her gun didn't help things all that much. Not if they were as rightly fearful of the potential implications, paired with Bilbo's own unmoving state. The gun never wavered, held as a kind of focal point for the people they'd brought in.

Bilbo wondered if this gamble would pay off, let alone when so strangely within seconds of the actual disaster that struck the hotel. Bilbo didn't believe in coincidence. As much as they might know of the Council, this hadn't been expected. Not so soon. Negotiations must have been going worse than they believed.

"Good morning," she said, pushing her own feelings on the matter to the back of her mind. Right now she was the unmovable force, unforgiving and unswayed by anything these people might say. Moses had the right to judge them. Her job was to hold them, and hold them she would. "We apologize for the headaches. The devices we use for teleportation aren't known for smooth transitions."

Time for introductions. "I am Bilbo Baggins of the Clone Liberation Front. While I regret the need for restraints, I ask that you bear with them until I'm given leave to let you free. We want to talk," she said simply, "We hope you'll be open to hearing what we have to say. If not, then it's regrettable, and we'll see you returned unharmed to your fellow crew members." She held off on mentioning what they knew of the explosion those fellow crew members had currently just lived through. No fatalities that they knew of.