Namora tilted her head to look at the ambassador shrewdly. "We are a young and volatile planet, that is undeniable. But even for our simple ways, the manners of older worlds leave much to be desired. Protocol would dictate a less vinegared tongue from a diplomat in early contact." With that, she walked past the protective shield of the guards to sit in a chair at the conference table, looking at the ambassador expectantly. "As representative of Terra and SWORD, the opportunity to meet a new intergalactic culture in a civil setting is both refreshing and welcome. More practical this way."