[Things they could be using their weirdo nonhuman status for: helping move the mission along by explaining their intentions to the locals with a friendlier face. But that requires a lot of understanding of the situation and the organization and the planet that he's still feeling out, so. Things they're doing instead—this.

Molly straightens properly, tossing one scimitar up and catching it by the hilt one last time before stowing the both of them under his robes. The adult fox creatures seem to settle down as the sharp things go out of sight.]

You know, that is an excellent idea. In fact, I was just about to suggest it.

[No. No, he wasn't But since Jester is helping, they may as well "yes, and" themselves out of this.

Despite the fact that any sane person could see that this will probably only end in tears—]

And you, my friend, have been so excellent that I think you ought to go ahead and start us off.

[#yolo. Make him proud, Jester.]