"Ah," Trey said, obviously completely lost by Thordon's detail of 'energies' and whatnot. "Well, maybe we should just make our way back to the bar then? I think I should wash up...maybe find Elayne and show her the chip. Maybe she can help me."
---
"Right, because we need to automatically revert to asking the Andalites for help," Tamora says sarcastically. She sighs and rests her head on the table, ignoring the way that her hair sticks to gunk accumulated from years of use. She isn't normally this sarcastic, but in the past few hours her Yeerk has been murdered, a hit has gone bad - how bad, she still does not know - and she has had her life threatened. All in all, not exactly her best day.
"Maybe I should just call it quits and take the directing guy up on his offer for a ride home." She ponders out loud.
---
Terenia snorts derisively, using her muddy hand to attempt to wipe her muddy face. "Like hell I'm going back to the bar," she says pulling her right Dracon from its holster and inspecting it carefully. The grip is dripping in goop, but the barrel seems to be intact, protected by the leather of her holster. She slips the weapon back into place and performs the same inspection on her left Dracon.
"I'm coming with you," she says once satisfied, looking up at Corliss through narrowed eyes, daring him to disagree. "If Myitt is after the bounty hunter - well, I have a stake in that too. Keshin did blow my arm off, remember? I'm not exactly thrilled with that whole incident."
Terenia stalks past Corliss, leaving a trail of mud in her wake as she moves to more solid ground. Her eyes remain sharp, offended by the concept of her returning to the bar to sit like a good girl while Corliss helped Myitt.
<<This is not our fight, Terenia,>> Efaen warns, <<Do not do anything foolish. Not now that you are finally beginning to be redeemed.>>
"**** redemption," Terenia mutters, her right hand finding a comfortable home wrapped around her Dracon's grip.