Maybe you should be my new chief of security. [Spoken drily. Another sip of the wine.] I've spent two collective weeks so far sorting out their resources on other worlds. Something's bound to turn up, from there or from the bugs they've planted. If it does, I'm not sure what they can do about it. They can't get themselves back to their own worlds, let alone send word to mine that they have a hostage. Even if they managed that much, I am Vor--the Vor, in a manner of speaking. Risk in service is the Vorish trade. My value is hardly infinite.