Koyama's Samurai lowered herself, murmuring in her ear as she ignored the outburst from the Patrician. The princess and diplomat looked to the other giantess of a woman—a critical eye on her pocket. "I hope you will turn in the bracelet at the nearest opportunity," her words, were not a suggestion. She wore one of those even now. They were hidden through built-in volumetrics. The glint of her golden eyes on the pocket lingered a few moments longer. The Iromakuanhe man stood a fair hand shorter than the Patrician. But the edges of his eyes crinkled. Not in anything other than faint amusement as he stood close by still covered with the efforts of his victory. Granted by now much had turned to a semi-gelatinous substance he seemingly did not mind.
"My dear, you do well to hide your discomfort." glowing bio-luminescent, ancient eyes (From a man who looked no more than in his early thirties) looked to her stomach, "But only to arrive in such a fashion when the fighting has neared its end and offer criticism," he took a pre-offered towel. Crisped around the edges but nonetheless dampened he began to pat at and slough away the dead skin only to show a brighter patch had grown in its place. Slightly concave only adding another scar amongst the rest. Before working on his face then began to slowly remove the tattered remains of his shirt. One of his knights gave their leader her flak cloak.
"Is most unbecoming of one of the standings of your caste."
Koyama looked at the man quizzically, then to the Elysian, eyebrow raised ever so slightly. "If you require, we do have medicines for an upset... tummy." the Neko offered in an exceedingly neutral tone. Afterward, Koyama swept a hand forward, her other silent guardian exiting the now smoking establishment to scout and secure.
All the while, well-disguised, she fumed on the inside. How many times had she told those fools of power armor pilots using aetheric weapons within the confines of an interior could wreak such destruction? Let alone the possibility of radiation poisoning. They could've very well caused everyone inside to die! Giretsu training indeed. If this was what it meant then clearly a lack of common sense had been bred out of them.
"Shosa Belmont," her wirelessly communicated 'voice' even as she spoke, "I want to know how these things got aboard this station. We already have an injured Senator, and a dignitary from the Iromakuanhe Astral Commonwealth had to take to the field."
"My own life was placed in danger. Check with your station's PANT-IES and KAMI if it has the latter use it to hunt them down. I want them exterminated as they also lay eggs I do not have to state the obvious on what that means." she knew of the man's reputation for cleanliness. And if roaches invaded his domain...
"Civilians take priority," the deep resonate tones of the Iroma said just as the princess was about to say the same. He held a hand, palm up to Spark declining, "I must politely decline, the safety of the people is of far greater concern than what I am certain is a fine meal." Koyama looked at him, then her eyes narrowed to the eggs, "What is the incubation time for these... roaches?" she asked the much taller Spark while watching her work.