She nods, sympathetic to CT's fatigue. A web of info that, from what she's gathered, might take days to fully extrapolate; neither of whom have the time nor energy to give or receive said information. That, and she isn't police. She's got no right to info deemed unnecessary for public eyes. Ellen isn't sure she wants to know, either. Maybe that's foolish of her...

The chaos god. Jesus, it's even more ridiculous when said aloud.

"We're always finding new ways to shoot ourselves in the foot. You think with bigger issues out there, we'd can it and work together. A kid's dream, I guess." What more is a government-- The Company-- than a hundred dozen children squealing in their executive suits? Disgust plays ripely on her face. "That sounds awful. Ours wasn't quite so conscious. More animal than anything. We only made contact with one, but there were a hundred, maybe more, eggs on the planet we'd docked on. It killed my crew in less than twenty four hours. Eviscerated."