Babylon regarded Benitoite oddly - if the general were considering purification for himself, he ought to just come out and say it. He seemed to be on friendly enough terms with Polaris if he was using her as a point of contact, and if he wanted to leave, she could purify him herself at any moment. So color him confused.

"Alright, will do," he said, bringing the smile back to his face, though he still felt a little bit confused by these goings-on. "I guess you can relay anything you need from me through Polaris as well - compatible communication systems. Anyway. Get in touch if you need anything."

He turned away - it seemed like this conversation was over - and then called back, "and have a great night."

Sleet Tempest Snape
Fin!