Bastille sat in front of the ambassador's podium before the alien civilization that humanity had just discovered and rushed her out to. It was her job as ambassador to be ready to smooth things over at a moment's notice, but three o' clock in the morning was a bit of a stretch. She didn't have any time to shower, eat breakfast, or set her hair. Her knees wobbled. Her hands clasped tighter than they had ever together. She steadied herself and prepared to extend greetings, to hopefully prosperous results.

"I am here to represent humanity on- on behalf of our species, I extend an offering of peace."

She almost forgets her line. She's not going to fumble this one. Little steps, Bastille...