The skin around Jasper's gem wrinkles a little, in distaste: more manipulative vagueness. But Lapis is right, they wouldn't be able to destroy this place and get away with it. Not as they are now.

"... Alright," she says gruffly, "If you've got dirt. You want to talk to them, and I'll be your escort?" She wouldn't be able to get away with doing anything serious to any of these high-ranking Cetagandans any more than she'd be able to get away with wrecking their things, but she knows perfectly well how easy it is for a person to forget that kind of thing in the face of an indifferent glare from a towering quartz.