*Tarkson steps forward to talk to the woman, but Jameson reaches out and places a hand on his shoulder* *He instead walks forward and as he passes Tarkson he whispers something in his ear, incomprehensible to you* *Jameson reaches a distance in which conversation can be engaged at a generally low volume* [i]You must not know about us then. I thought our presence was at least noticed by most if the larger civilizations around here. [/i] *He turns to look at the escort. You see Tarkson on top of a giant, tugging something out of the overgrown soldiers shoulder pack.* [i]We, are the Stratos Collective[/i] *Jameson turns back around, blocking your view of Tarkson.* [i]We're just here to make friends.[/i]