A physical meeting was off the docket-- but he almost preferred that to seeing any of the Council-members in person. To be put under scrutiny and potentially with guards trained on him while attempting to explain himself sounded... difficult, to put it lightly. Still, the discomfort of being in a call with 5 humans, two of which weren't very supportive of reploids, one worse than the other.
Sure, the other three were... easier to work with, but-- Explaining why he was able to manifest weapons during the middle of the assault on the Conference was much more important than lives being saved. Only a few days from the attack, and already too much time had passed in his opinion, even if the whole center had been put under lock down from outside warps, and guarded. It almost felt like stalling.
Zain takes a deep breath--
--and closes the call. The blond rubs his face, exhausted, even as a ping was sent out the moment he'd had a chance to do so. He needed sleep. Badly. Other things were far more important, however. Zain is almost tempted to bury his face in his arms, hide behind the growing stack of paperwork on his desk.
A delayed, but tired sigh follows the sound of the doors to his office sliding open and closed. "We... have permission to inspect Meridian Center." Finally. "Are you up for some recon?" There's no mystery between them as to why he'd picked Vi to come.
No one knew an alternate's pathing better than themselves, even if the thoughts weren't the same.
