'Might be best not to poke the Ursa here...' Cordell thought to herself, both surprised and bemused by Mrs. Rachel's sudden shift in tone. She could reasonably accept that there were people keeping an eye out for potential trouble from Atlas, but the idea that it was just a loose confederation of 'concerned citizens' without some sort of powerful organization or individual backing them seemed... exceptionally unlikely. A school PTA this wasn't, and Cordell would keep her skepticism high until proven otherwise.
"Okay, okay, no offense meant... boss." It made sense to throw Rachael a bone and play along with the idea that she was the VIP, even though the behavior of the bodyguards earlier certainly didn't suggest that. In any case, Rachael was Cordell's contact and so, technically, the one giving orders. "Believe me, I'm with ya -- another war could tear Remnant apart, an' that ain't good fer anybody long-term."
So, even Rachael didn't know what Cordell was being sent in after... that had all sorts of implications, to be sure. The pirate leaned back in her chair as she considered it. "So, once I'm on board, priority one -- besides not gettin' caught -- is info gatherin'. Gotcha." Rachael may or may not have been part of a spy organization, but this certainly had all the characteristics of a spy mission. The captain tried to mentally run through the sort of scenarios that would prompt something like this, using what she knew of the Atlas military's structure to make inferences where she could. "To recap... Atlas is workin' on somethin' weapons-related. Ye don't know what exactly, but th' threat be serious enough t' hire on a freelancer with a history o' dangerous jobs. That much I got. It also suggests that even if'n ye don't know what th' threat is, someone yer in touch with does, but that person ain't been able t' tell ye. Ye got a mole -- sorry, concerned citizen -- on th' inside, aye? Any chance o' me runnin' into 'em? Could be helpful t' get with someone who knows what's what."