((Whoops, my bad! Sorry, Tara, I missed that!))
Efaen's stalk eyes follow Claxter's gaze towards the rift and she frowns, struck not for the first time by the strangeness of the bar.
<This is all very unusual,> she comments blandly. Her main eyes continue to watch Gelia. She is curious about the ice maker, <your species, are you vulnerable to hot climates then? What would happen if, say, you were deposited on the Taxxon Homeworld, a place with vast deserts and little water?>
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"Yeah, well, odds are you won't see them coming," Terenia says, even her computer generated voice sounding depressed, "You're welcome to go and kill off whoever they send though. It may buy us more time, and frankly I dislike most of Visser Three's runner's."
((yes, I probably will be inserting someone who is sent to find Terenia soon. I'm kind of interested to see how long a true Empire Yeerk survives, lol))