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Dr. Gordon, standing just behind Treyva, leans over with a smile and says, "You seem rather pleased with yourself."
At the mention of Mr. Teska, Garav grimaced slightly. "I suppose so. And ever more so after the treatment." Garav turned around to give Treyva a poignant look. "I do believe that dinner was the hardest part of this little escapade. And that counts the firefight that you seem to so quickly forget."Garav frowned slightly, and when he spoke after a slight pause, his voice no longer carried any levity. "But this almost didn't turn out so well. It's amazing to me how one rash, stubborn 'punk' - I believe is the word - could so nearly topple all of the progress the Iotians had made."