She turns away and walks down the hall, and she glances back over her shoulder when she doesn't hear his footsteps leaving. Rial receives a slightly quizzical look, and, "Make sure it's interesting datawork, at least."

Plourr turns back, though, because she still has this kriffing weird sense of forboding and she doesn't understand why. She nods shortly to her two guards and slips back into the conference, the door closing behind her.

"Now, gentlemen," she says, and she forces a small smile, "where were we?"