This was not what they were expecting when escorted into her private quarters. She seemed surprisingly cordial to their arrival. "Delightful." She stated in an almost melodic tone of voice. "I thought perhaps drinks before our meal arrived." She indicated to the table before them. "A chance to become more acquainted." "Cut through this farce!" The man stated angrily as he stared defiantly at the Prime. "Ah, yes." The Prime smiled pleasantly. "Shawn McPherson. I studied all the records of your ship. I know all about you." She stepped closer to a chair. "Please, be seated. We can discuss what a unique trio you are. Since you want to be so direct at a social function." "Social?" He shot back. "We're prisoners here!" "Which doesn't mean it has to be all bad." She started to settle into the chair when a female Centurion stepped forward. All three gasped, being the first time they had seen another female aboard that they had thought there were none. "My," The Prime paused for a moment. "Ah. yes. I believe the rank you use is Yoeman." She turned and accepted the data paid handed to her. "See to it they are made comfortable until my return." She then tilted her head ever so slightly. "Please excuse me. Duty calls."