Tamora reaches across the counter and grabs a piece of paper apathetically, just needed something to do. She glances down at the faded print and realizes that it is a menu of sorts. Glancing down the list, her eyebrows raise as she reads some of the items. After a few minutes she folds the paper and sets it back down firmly.
"This place is insane." She declares firmly.
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Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Trey is finally starting to resemble something human again. His uniform is still drenched in blood, sweat and dirt, but his skin is clean and his wounds have been mostly taken care of. He slips out of the bathroom and begins to inspect the other rooms in the back hall, wondering if he can find a change of clothes anywhere.
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Feeling safer on her ship, Terenia morphs human once more. This seems to agitate Efaen.
"What?" Terenia asks out loud as soon as her mouth forms, "You don't like being a two-legger?"
<<I do not understand why someone so intent on having an Andalite body would spend all of her time in another form,>> Efaen sniffs, <<For someone who is so consistently denying humanity, you certainly spend a good deal of time appearing human.>>
"Andalites are convenient," Terenia says, plopping down on the floor. She knows that she doesn't have to have this conversation with Efaen - Terenia could easily just read her thoughts - but the dialog is somewhat calming, in a strange sort of way. "If I did not have an Andalite body I would be dead earlier. Besides, I'm demorphed most of the time when we're on missions, at the Blade Ship...anywhere, really. Here, away from all that, being human just feels right."
<<And that has nothing to do with the Yeerk you harbor attractions to? His host is human, after all. I wonder if you would share the same feelings if he were in a different body.>>
"Shut it," Terenia snaps, closing down the communications between the two of them abruptly, her cheeks growing hot. She shifts uncomfortably and stares at the viewfinder, trying to pretend that Efaen had not, once again, hit a nerve.