<You're a psychologist now as well as a doctor?> Terenia retorts. She sighs heavily through her nose slits, and opens her main eyes. Efaen's body is utterly exhausted, so much so that Efaen isn't really offering up her opinion on what has transpired other than a general aura of anger and frustration. Terenia ignores it, forcing herself into a standing position. She rests one hand against the wall of the ship, supporting herself.
<For your information,> Terenia begins coldly. Even if her body is exhausted, her thoughts are not. <I was not risking this body. I would never risk Efaen's life so foolishly. I merely understood that you, being a sentimental Yeerk, would not let her die. I knew you weren't going to shoot me, and if I thought for a second that you would have put Efaen's life at risk I would not have done it.>
She sighs again, glaring at one of the force field generators as if it is the cause of her problems.
<Who said that you get to determine the fate of everyone who happens to visit this rock anyway?> Terenia asks scathingly. <Who? Why are you even bothering with me!?> She slams her weak Andalite fist against the hull. <Who put you in charge of my life!?>