It would also be a hell of a thing to explain if Celann or Yolande or worse, anyone else, walked into the tent now. Nekomata's more than aware of just how sensitive most of what Stratos deals in is, especially where she's concerned. When Stratos moves his gaze back to Nekomata after looking at the map she's at least in the guise she should be in this world.

The illusion he hand crafted himself for her to wear. Imperial uniform and everything.

"I don't pretend to know what you need a lot of the time, or the rules of your world. This one's a special case. I got a real good look at why this in particular gives you such a...discomfort." Hassle is probably not the right word to use, even if it's the one she'd choose in all cases.

"When I get orders I follow them, and even when I don't I have standing orders to fall back on. And lacking that I've got a sweet side job in the Nexus I can always fall back on. This was different, and you know why."