You sigh and pull on your horns again, leaning back in your chair. Empress save you all from bright-eyed young radicals, though of course she won't... "Think of it like this, Kadros," you say diplomatically. "Your manager gets to take a shot at your matesprit. But you have the chance to advise them which gun to use. Do you waste your chance saying 'don't do a violence!' or do you point them towards the pea-shooter rather than gravity sling?" You tap the laptop. "Maybe you'll save everyone and maybe you won't, in your timeline. Maybe you'll be the biggest hero in a thousand parsecs and your bulge will drag on the bloody deck. But in the meantime if you can make the people you're going to save a little more comfortable while they're all waiting around for your salvation, I'd advise you to go for it."