Dojima raises his eyebrows, surprised. That almost made sense! If it wasn't for the buzzwords you'd think that actually was a good point to make. Saturday is decent at coming up with things on the fly. The drones don't seem entirely convinced, though. While Saturday talks, Dojima glares at them, as if he intends to cow them into staying silent.

Once it's his turn he glances at the screen, noticing that's the last slide. It's time for a conclusion!

"In conclusion, the future of the Jorgmund is in all of our hands. Let's take this rig all the way to the top of the corporative ladder of this world -- after the war. For now, our priorities must be the immediate trouble.

Any questions?"

Kind of a weak conclusion, Dojima doesn't seem entirely satisfied with it. The drone that had interrupted earlier seems to get ready to ask a question, but before it can, branches and wood spread all over the drones. Dojima steps back, raising his arms in a defensive position like he's expecting an attack, but instead the branches sprout flowers. The drones dissolve, a peaceful smell filling the place. It's...not what he expected, but it's better, much better. For once, he feels like he can relax.

Dojima sits to the table, exhausted. "Finally. I hadn't felt so awkward about presentations for a long while" He looks at Saturday. "You managed to hold the fort for a while, didn't you? You used to this kind of thing?"