All Amelia ever did when she joined him for lunch, which wasn't often, was lecture him about eating more healthily. If she were truly worried about his health, she would have helped him get out of the diplomacy business since the life expectancy of the average diplomat was comparable to an obese, alcoholic smoker with a love of orbital skydiving.

The space station had weapons and shields, but it was mostly protected by its legal status as a diplomatic space station. Anyone who attacked it would be subjected to a bureaucratic nightmare the likes of which most races could not even begin to imagine. It was also a tremendously bad idea to attack a space station housing diplomats from dozens of races, many of whom were itching to declare war on somebody.