Ding-ding-ding, we have a winner! Congratulations, Braniac, you just made it onto my 'to watch' list.
Keane lays his hand on the Ranger's shoulder in a friendly, non-threatening way.
"You seem to operate under a number of misapprehensions here, my friend. First, those assembled within this room are not much of a group, even less anything like a coordinated team. Second, not all of us volunteered for anything. And last, but not least, the next time I ask a question, I expect an answer. Common courtesy, you understand."
Turning to their original greeter, he goes on.
"Your misapprehension is that I believe everything you said and say. I don't. But since I used to be a soldier, I know well enough that a certain amount of duplicity is always to be expected. Even taken for granted. Still, I would like some better answers for my questions upon my return."
Snatching the paratransponder Vela dropped to the ground in one fluid movement that belied his previous 'tired old man' act, Keane holds it out to her again.
"The man said his piece. It's about the best you'll get for the moment. Your world is gone as throughly as mine is - assuming we don't come from the same one, that is. Now be a dear and quit stalling, Stripey."