You kidding? [ Rhys scoffs a little, lips already tilted in a wry smile as his gaze looks out over the attendees with an outward look of faint amity. Really though he's sizing up how many of these people are being fake as heck about themselves and just trying to suck up to those in better positions of power than them. ]

The politics in this room alone could rule the Quad. Like...for example. [ Angel doesn't have a video uplink, so Rhys describes for her: ]

Over there's Giddeon Derrish, some cousin six-times removed. Never has a hope of owning land on Qresh. But he's rubbing shoulders with Armand Derrish, and while he's not exactly big news he's still got some nice property inland thanks to his grandmother. Giddeon's probably hoping for an in there, maybe some family favours. Gods know what he's offering for them in exchange.

[ from his tone it's obvious Rhys doesn't think highly of him, although it's more sarcastic than outright dislike. ]