Coin laughed. "I'm not much of a fan of politicians, either. I'm infamous for blaming politicians irrationally on the last few ships I served on, in fact." The coffee machine responded with a loud ding, alerting her that the coffee was ready. She pulled out the pot and poured herself a cup. "Pax is the center of politics in the wonderful galactic state of affairs that we live in, isn't it? Unfortunately, we're bound to have a run in with a politician, here." Coin took a sip of the coffee. She liked it black, and people often remarked on such a preference. What could she say? Black coffee was refreshing.

"I guess it's wishful thinking that the politicians will stay out of our way, then, isn't it?" Coin sighed. "I wanna believe that we'll all be able to do our jobs in peace but... I'm not so sure," she lamented, taking a perhaps melodramatic sip of coffee.