Rhiow was less than impressed with the official's attempts to pawn them off on someone else. She tilted her ears to the side and lowered her eyes half-closed, mentally reciting the airwalking spell. Bipeds, she had found, respected someone more if they could look eye-to-eye with them. The air near Rhiow solidified, and she jumped up onto her newly made platform lightly. "We can start with the matter of security, or the lack thereof..." something round and soft, like a rotted fruit, whizzed past Rhiow's ears and splattered on the ground. "The miners don't seem very willing to let the refugees be here. What are we doing to keep them safe?"

'We' might have been a bit of a misnomer, since Mister Clipboard was so anxious to get rid of them, but Rhiow was implying that they were in it together. Usually it helped calm types like this down.