Graham's has to suppress a chuckle as he listens to Roble's briefing. Only James freaking T. Kirk could come up with shit like this...but only Kirk could make it work out, he thinks.
Nonetheless he can't help but notice when Kylah shudders as Rangin turns his eyes her way. His jaw tightens and his fists clench (fortunately, on his lap rather than on the table) reflexively just for a moment, but he forces himself to not stop and stare.
He turns toward Roble instead, glancing along the way at Collins and Vargas. "Sir--were there no Security personnel assigned to the mission? If I may say that would strike me as risky given the, ah..local conditions."