"Go ahead!" the President gave the okay.
"Word of advice Althea, I've got a dirty mind so you'd best not delve in too deep. On the surface it may just appear like detailed blueprints and technical descriptions of the various Federation technologies, but what lies beneath will put off any psychic type that comes near me. That's what the internet does to you. Plus, I am a well known galaxy wide internet troll and prankster. So please, careful with the psyonic waves," David warned.
As Althea drew her handgun Ghost sat unaware of the situation, "Wait, what's going on? Why are we?... David You Troll! Let Us Out Of Here! Blah! I guess he's gone by now," awkwardly looking about the workshop he whistled and scooted closer to Althea. He smiled and his face put her at ease, but only for a moment, "Well I guess we're alone until Mr. Prickles unlocks us outta here. You know, out of all the times David locked in me places. I don't mind this one one bit. Although knowing David he's probably doing this and watching us right now as a sick experiment of 'put two specimens of both genders in an enclosed space and see what happens.' Pfft, that guy bugs me ya know? Hehe."
Ghost noticed something in her eye at caught his attention. The reflection off her irises revealed the spy uncloaking and drawing his silenced firearm. Althea was, in that one moment, caught off guard by Ghost's smile, "LOOK OUT!" Ghost tackled her to the ground and behind a crate. He looked awkwardly at Althea in the position they were in, "Ummm, KILL SPY! awkwardness later."
He drew his own magnum and fired upon the spy, who cloaked and hid further in the workshop.
Meanwhile, as David viewed the camera footage of the room he couldn't help but laugh at the sight of Ghost tackling Althea to the floor, "PFFT! Hahaha!"