[Rhan turns her dark eyes to Parker and nods in acknowledgement. Another tap to the side of the databox and the image shifts to a basic map with a thousand little points of indexing. With a sweep of her fingers, Rhan highlights one and taps it open to display additional - and copious - indexed information.]

Scouting. We're the first hosts to ever go to this universe, which means mapping and cultural studies and learning the common language. Our eyes and ears are why you won't be up a creek when you get there. Hard to do covert operations when you can't ask where the potty is, right?

[She laughs, shrugs.]

We were tasked with collating information, identifying a need and building mission parameters to achieve that need. Believe me, if our brood could've handle this on its own we wouldn't have asked for back up. It's a sensitive situation, but we need the number on the ground as much as we need... [A little melodious hum, the soft subharmonics of her voice vibrating through the shape of her jaw.] Let's go with 'discretion.'