Kiss. "I should get back to work." 

Mwah. "Don't tell 'em you kissed me, they'll freak."

"I considered trying to persuade them that teleportation, since the kind I've given them notes on is sort of kind of like destroying someone and reassembling their pattern from different atoms, ought to count as decontaminating, but I decided not to get into it."

Nod.

Sigh. "You are beautiful and they are stupid." And one last kiss and then he goes back to work. In time for the insufferable orange, hopefully.

The insufferable orange has maybe been waiting and playing a game on his pocket everything. "Hello! I've spoken to the red community about your questions; what did you want to cover first?"

"I suppose we should start with whether they're open to being relocated!"

"They have some attachment to their homes and are nervous about losing their employment and becoming burdens on whatever society they arrive in."

Nod. "Would exact duplicates of the homes help with that part, or is the location part of the attachment?"

"Location too. Reds aren't immune to national and civic pride!" Smile.

"I'm sure! It'd be so much easier if Tapa could come up with a way of compensating them for the burdens of hazard exposure without angering the purples, but the people I talked to weren't optimistic. Did they have any opinions about where they'd want to relocate, if they were willing to relocate at all?"

"These are city reds. They're allowed to move, finances and employment opportunities allowing - they live here because they like city life."

"All right. Thank you so much, that's about all I wanted to know." Who is his blue liaison, they should know about the space station.

Blue liaison in her office!

"Hey! I wanted to let you know - Voa wrote us to take us up on the offer of a million-person space station to run a trial of meeting Vanda Nossëo membership criteria. They had a recommended orbit - my understanding is that it's compatible with treaties governing satellite placement but if you have a concern it'll be no trouble to handle now, and mildly inconvenient to handle once it's built -"

"...ah... I'll refer you to the air and space people." She does that. They confirm that the orbit is fine.

"Thank you very much. Has someone explained how to reach us if you need anything?"

"Not to us," say air and space people.

"You write 'Macalaurë, c/o Ambaróna open channel' as your header and then write the message."

"Then what?"

"Then I'll get back to you within an hour, twenty minutes if you flag it priority."

"Don't you have an email address?"

"Yes, but that has a lightspeed delay."

"Maybe we could email you for nonemergencies."

He gives his email address.