<Mission?> Terenia asks blandly, <You mean the one I was supposedly returning from when my ship decided to dump me here instead?> She shrugs, appearing bored by the topic. <I was relaying a message. One that the Visser could not relay himself, but wanted delivered personally. I am quite a good carrier pigeon.>
She laughs loudly, knowing that Claxter has no idea what a 'carrier pigeon' is. Slowly she turns, focusing her main eyes on Claxter for the first time to show that she is giving him the benefit of her nearly-full attention.
<You know, I can see why Efaen has a thing for you,> she says, <You two are very similar, with your brains half rotted by Andalite propaganda and this whole notion that honor is something worth obtaining and worth fighting to keep. I may have just met you, Claxter, but you are very much like every young warrior I have ever met. Not to say the Yeerks are without their own brand of slander, but somehow it's easier to ignore when you aren't being used.>
<Shut up, Terenia> Efaen said, sounding both murderous and mortified.
<What? I'm only telling him the truth. He's young enough, he may still have a chance. Besides, once they force me out of you I want you to be able to have some fun with him.>
<We'll have fun stomping all over your dead body,> Efaen threatened.
<I wouldn't suggest it,> Terenia replied, <I doubt I would taste very good.>