"You're a businessman, Mr. Craw. I would expect you to read every contract thoroughly." Poppy was looking down at the contract with something like horror, brushing her fingertips over the paper slowly.
"We don't have anyone left, Francis. For Christ's sake, you're a soldier and Poppy's a *squee!*ing medic! We wouldn't have made you ambassadors in the first place!"
"I'm doing other *squee!*, Francis. You have been assigned a job, you agreed to it, and you can't complain now that your needs are changing."
