"We were brilliant, of course," you say with a nod. "Any challenges were particular to the space and the audience, and should not reflect on us."
"From the 'when buried, keep digging,' school of philosophy, I see," the Steward says, her mouth crooking upwards.
The Steward clears her throat with a dry, ostentatious cough.
"I understand that the conceit of company members working in coordination instead of each standing alone was born from your brain. Is that so?"
You allow as how this was the case.
"I will now tell you what I observed and record your reaction to it. Take care not to react in a fashion that you will regret."
Onward