"The very fact that an object was discarded means it's unowned by any one party or induvidual." Elm pointed out, unmoving.
"On the point of the goal of the agency you represent being to prospect extra-dimensional objects; We would be willing to allow concerning agencies access to our knowledge pertaining extra-dimensional activities and travel, research data on thus far gathered technologies, and withdrawel from drones meant to monitor activities on this planet, in exchange for the following: Being allowed uninterupted operations on this planet, protection against third parties, being informed of the location of extra-dimensional elements excluding ourselves at all times, and diplomatic immunity in case force needs to be used to ensure the safety of operatives and/or equipment.
We have a sizable database on the subject, and research data on gathered extra-dimensional objects would also extend to whatever we may prospect on this realm. On account of retaining impartiality, however, we would not supply you with physical objects or materials, nor would we lend martial aid."
Sam, bored by the ongoing talks, began lightly moving around the room, although never moving more then a few paces from where he stood, originally. If his body was still capable of involentary actions, this is where he would have yawned. While he moved, Sam idly eyed the equipment of the guards.