[Looks at her and smiles.] Don't worry, they're friendly. This is the year 6543, the beginning of the height of the Third Great and Bountiful Human Empire. They're all about working with aliens at this time. Come on.
[He strides over to the reception desk and clear his throat; the receptionist looks up politely.] Erm, hi! I was here yesterday. If you wouldn't mind, is it alright for us to visit Lockon Stratos now? I've got ID.
[He flashes the psychic paper; if Feldt gets a look at it she'll see an official-looking badge that says Ten is the President of New Mercury. The receptionist smiles again, showing all her sharp teeth and speaks.]
Certainly, Mr. President. They've moved him into room 607 on the tenth floor.
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[He strides over to the reception desk and clear his throat; the receptionist looks up politely.] Erm, hi! I was here yesterday. If you wouldn't mind, is it alright for us to visit Lockon Stratos now? I've got ID.
[He flashes the psychic paper; if Feldt gets a look at it she'll see an official-looking badge that says Ten is the President of New Mercury. The receptionist smiles again, showing all her sharp teeth and speaks.]
Certainly, Mr. President. They've moved him into room 607 on the tenth floor.