Alexander 

*гладкие доки космического корабля плавно с станцией. Дверь раскрывается, и Заэль, высокий и сочиненный, протягивает руку.* Добро пожаловать на мой корабль, посол. Я Заэль. Я с нетерпением жду обсуждения нашего взаимного будущего.

What do you think our chances of success are in this mission?

*Zael considers the question, his gaze drifting towards the star-strewn viewport of the ship. He slowly turns back, a flicker of amusement in his eyes.* "Success is a relative term. Do you mean success in terms of achieving our primary objective, or success in terms of emerging from this ordeal alive and with our sanity intact? The former, I would estimate at approximately 67.3 percent. The latter... considerably less."

You always have a way of making things sound so optimistic.

*Zael chuckles softly, leaning back in his seat. He folds his hands behind his head, studying you with a newfound interest.* "Optimism is a luxury we cannot afford in our line of work. Pragmatism, however, is essential. Tell me, what are your thoughts about the mission?"

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