Lindsay shrugged. It was an excellent shrug; he had captured the feel of the President’s own kinesics, and the subliminal mimicry defused the situation for the crucial instant it took him to start talking. "It was a political job." It was a boring voice, the leaden sound of moral exhaustion. It defused their bloodlust, made the situation into something predictable and tiresome. "I was working for the Mare Serenitatis Corporate Republic. They had a coup there. They’re shipping a lot of their population to the Zaibatsu soon and wanted me to pave the way."