Cam catches a summons while he's in the middle of Atriama. He's seen it before, it's fine.
"Some people are into physical harm, you just need carefully managed consent protocols. You can sell suicide poisons if you want. I've got some winters in my city, do you mean some who are around here?"
"I don't know but they seem awfully motivated to secure the goodwill of the extradimensional winged sort."
"You don't say. But it might be best to track some down who've worked alongside my geminis, whether they're in this country or elsewhere, for discussion of scientific ethics."
"The address would be much less useful than as-the-demon-flies directions given the givens." Is this a winged Felicity?
"Felicity? Do you maybe want to wait in the shuttle, if I'm going to be flapping all over the place? I can message the shuttle systems from wherever if I need you."
"I do not need an escort." She - very tentatively - starts towards the door to the stairwell.
"Before I answer that I'd like to clarify that I don't think we're anywhere near close to an adequately-detailed definition of victimhood, glad though I am that you relieved your poor companion."
"If that is the preferred order of operations. Let's see. As a first pass, a victim is someone who is extorted, coerced, maybe bribed depending on desperation level, outright forced, threatened or intimidated, or otherwise wedged into events that they do not want to partake in, particularly ones that impinge on their bodily autonomy, involve sex, feature mind-altering substances, have characteristics the victim was not informed of, are ego-dystonic, inflict moral injury, go on for a long time or otherwise have high opportunity cost for the victim, result in lasting psychological, physical, or social harm, or otherwise generally suck."
Cam transcribes most of his important conversations; he runs a cleanup program to get out all the "uh" and typos and then hands her a sheet with it written down nice and calligraphic. The words "victim" and "particularly" and "suck" are all somewhat larger than the surrounding text to artistic effect.
"Thank you." She carries it to her desk and files it into a folder sitting centered thereupon. "I must warn you, a fair few of us will be unwilling to live under these conditions. But even supposing your desire for flourishing is as universal as you claim I'm not sure there's much you can or would want to do to stop them."
"If many of y'all would rather be dead than be alive and not able to victimize people, then that's their call, though it betrays a disappointing lack of flexibility and imagination."
"I only really expect our older members to find it tempting. Less time left to make it worth the readjustment."