Trax had sent a message via the comm system to the senator's rooms, and Doha's, requesting a meeting at some point during their journey. The timing was easy enough to coordinate, it's not like everyone was so inundated with things to do that a half hour out of their day was unreasonable.
He headed to the conference room, his arm as usual, around Nim helping to steady her, and opened the door. They were the first to arrive but they were barely through the door when the others began to come around the various corners. In short order everyone was seated around the table. Trax, being the ever skillful diplomat, skipped the pleasantries and got straight to business. Though he addressed all the senators, his attention was mostly focused on Doha.
"You're mole problem, think it died with Galen?" he asked matter of factly, referring to the ambush of Bel-Iblis and Doha's capture.