S5 Ep.6: Buffet

[gentle music] "Is that a threat?" "Not at all, just an observation." I folded my hands in front of me.

"This has been our world as much as it is yours, and we've protected it as such.

In the past, we went to great lengths to make sure you never found out about us, so you could stay oblivious and comfortable, and we could carry on with our lives just the same.

If any of you took a breath to wonder what catastrophes have been avoided by us working in the shadows, you might think twice about wanting us gone.

But more than that," I slapped the table with my hand and noticed Jerry jump from the corner of my eye, "maybe you start asking the people what they want, not just the ones who scream the loudest, because it would really suck if peace fell off the rails because you and your dickhole compatriots have such massive egos that not only can you not accept you aren't at the top of the food chain, but your fear and insecurity make you oblivious and uncaring to what the majority of the people you claim to work for want." If I thought the senator's face couldn't have gotten any sourer, I was wrong.

The gavel slammed, and Kleckner glared at me.

"You will not use such foul language here.

Is that understood?" I sat back in my chair, blowing out a gust of air.

"Ooh, I know.

All this horseshit you've been shoveling is leaving a bad taste in my mouth." "Miss Urqhart." "Oh," I said, drawing out the word like I'd had a life-changing epiphany.

"I see what you mean.

Would you prefer penis hole compatriots instead?" Poorly stifled laughter broke the silence, and Kleckner leaned forward over the bench.

"Do these antics fly for you when you're talking to your own leadership?" I slapped my hand smartly on the table again, harder this time, shooting Jerry a grin as he levitated out of his seat.

Maybe I was feeling myself a bit too much.

"They certainly don't, but I do it anyway.

It's a personality flaw, I guess." More snickers.

"I will charge you again, Miss Urqhart.

If you do not take these proceedings seriously, I will hold you in contempt." "Apologies, Senator.

I was trying to get to the root of your question." Kleckner wasn't satisfied with the answer.

He sniffed.

"I call on Indiana Senator Grace." "Thank you, Senator Kleckner." The woman taking over the questioning looked like a fierce bird of prey, a hawkish nose, pronounced brow, and sharp cheekbones, all surrounded with a halo of curly gray hair.

"I would like to move on to Miss Urqhart's time at the DIWR." I shot Jerry a glare.

"I was under the impression I was here to answer questions about what happened in Genoa.

Anything else is outside my purview or something I shouldn't be discussing." "In that case, I would be more than happy to provide answers," said Folsom, shuffling his papers again.

"Wonderful.