“The feast has been going over well.” Xiulan indicates the mothlings with the incline of her chin. “Including with the non-two legged attendees it looked like. Nice job.”

She has met Dar before, the both of them having been on the base prior to the Canata’s arrival. Xiulan had made an effort to meet everyone she could, but a week isn’t much time for anything much more than some hellos.

“Sasha talk to you about logistics?”