Diya's eyebrows raise slightly, an outward flicker of some distant amusement. "Diya d'Zefyst. You may call me Lady Diya." For her, that isn't too personal an address. Better her haut name than her husband's stuck on the end of it.

"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Darkstalker, and I regret that it isn't under better circumstances. But I assure you, we mean you no harm -- very much to the contrary." And that is undeniably sincere. No Cetagandan, especially not a haut, would think of destroying such beauty without reason. Diya steps closer to Darkstalker, apparently unafraid of retaliation. "I'm sure this must all seem very strange to you. We merely wish to eliminate the possibility of any dangerous contaminants from other worlds -- what may well be innocuous to you, for example, may be more dangerous to us."