"Exodus," he said with a small nod, still trying not to get too agitated. As there's not that much discretion left, he sticks the sunglasses in his coat, leaving the green-gold psionic flickering over his eyes exposed. "Relatively new, I suppose, but I have been in his service several years." They had just been quiet years. Training, accumulating resources, learning about the problems they might face ... and how not to be panicked by basic modern medical equipment.