Mesmerin chose not to interfere in the heated argument. It wasn't his place, and what would he say? He was just getting up from his own message, halfway off the table, when the Force again hit him with a disturbance - strong enough to cause him to groan, double over, and nearly fall on his face. He saw amber dragon eyes, on a creature he'd never seen before, as it spoke: "You all can argue over what to do and where to go, until the birds above obliterate us from orbit or we get ambushed by those things - whichever comes first - or you can take option B, and we get the hell out of here via a guaranteed option."
Anyone else seeing this would see Mesmerin, on his hands and knees, shuddering as though deathly ill.
Just before the vision ended, Mesmerin saw a black, humanoid, yet still insectoid creature, a creature he'd seen before, as it screeched and lunged for him...
... and Mesmerin leapt back, Force-pulled his lightsaber into his hand, and it went active with a snap-hiss and he held the weapon, ready to attack, the blade extending behind him with his Sith Shien style of Lightsaber Combat. His face portrayed a look of sheer terror, looking around for the creature he'd seen, but finding only his own twitchiness to contend with. With a shuddering sigh, he extinguished his blade, dressed, collected his things, and left, still visibly shaking.