Nina frowned at Erin's words, bristling at the criticism of her family. "My family turned Socotra from an island of goatherds and fishermen to a global power," she shot back. "When all the world stood against us, we flourished." Seeming to catch herself, she softened slightly, her father's face flashing before her mind "...but I-" Luckily for Nina's pride, at that moment their discussion was interrupted by the sudden arrival of their quarry, or at least very suspicious. A black van, labeled with