Elidibus doesn't intent to make any threatening gestures. The sword has a sheath belted at his waist and his next gesture is to return the blade to it and free his hands.

But he remains alert. There could be many things hidden near that desk and Rae has every reason to be paranoid right now.

"Such decisions are yours to make," he says without any rancor. "And I certainly do not blame you for securing what information you can. Yet where will you go from here?"

A pleasantly sword-free hand is gestured at the stack of papers slapped down on the desktop. "May I?"