"--and given the infinite possibility inherent in the futures of the children of every planet from Core to Rim, I'm certain you'll agree that they are our most precious resource, and as such--"
It's not that he's entirely blind to what's going on, far from it. Even as he progresses smoothly through his prepared remarks, Gabriel knows that Bajian Li's team is drifting through the fair-crowd and around the edges of things, monitoring everything they possibly can. What's more, he notes the figure moving down the center aisle, even as he notes Galadan's swift, dangerously graceful response.
He notices, but he doesn't acknowledge it openly; his smile is relaxed and his manner assured and confident. He's aware, yes, but that's why security is there in the first place. It's not the first time that there's been some minor threat or overeager member of the media, and he's sure it won't be the last.
"--we must do everything in our power to ensure that the work of centers such as this one not only continues, but is carried forward--"
fwoomp
The soft sound of displaced air is at once oddly quiet and strangely compelling. Gabriel looks out at the crowd, seeking the source, and his eyes widen sharply as his glance is met by a brilliant blue gaze.
(are you a man of faith?)
It's the sort of gaze that could see straight into a man's heart and judge it-- and it just so happens that he knows that the figure before him can do just that.
(what matters now is what you do next)
Gabriel stops mid-word and stares at Raguel, and as he does an unhealthy pallor comes over his face.
"Lăotiān, bù. Have I failed so badly a second time, then?"
It's soft, barely audible, and likely makes little sense to anyone who hears it, but one thing is perfectly clear.
In the face of this threat-- Gabriel Tam doesn't move, but stands perfectly still, as if waiting for something.
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Date: 2007-07-27 05:01 am (UTC)It's not that he's entirely blind to what's going on, far from it. Even as he progresses smoothly through his prepared remarks, Gabriel knows that Bajian Li's team is drifting through the fair-crowd and around the edges of things, monitoring everything they possibly can. What's more, he notes the figure moving down the center aisle, even as he notes Galadan's swift, dangerously graceful response.
He notices, but he doesn't acknowledge it openly; his smile is relaxed and his manner assured and confident. He's aware, yes, but that's why security is there in the first place. It's not the first time that there's been some minor threat or overeager member of the media, and he's sure it won't be the last.
"--we must do everything in our power to ensure that the work of centers such as this one not only continues, but is carried forward--"
The soft sound of displaced air is at once oddly quiet and strangely compelling. Gabriel looks out at the crowd, seeking the source, and his eyes widen sharply as his glance is met by a brilliant blue gaze.
(are you a man of faith?)
It's the sort of gaze that could see straight into a man's heart and judge it-- and it just so happens that he knows that the figure before him can do just that.
(what matters now is what you do next)
Gabriel stops mid-word and stares at Raguel, and as he does an unhealthy pallor comes over his face.
"Lăotiān, bù. Have I failed so badly a second time, then?"
It's soft, barely audible, and likely makes little sense to anyone who hears it, but one thing is perfectly clear.
In the face of this threat-- Gabriel Tam doesn't move, but stands perfectly still, as if waiting for something.