Myitt watches the images flicker by on Mar's gauntlet display. She particularly inspects the glowing image of her human friend. It's fairly obvious what the emptiness inside her head is.
<Don't even make that joke, I can tell you want to,> Tara gripes.
Myitt swallows. "A ship. Good, well, at least it'll be..." She trails off and clears her throat, distracted. "Mar, is my...soul, or whatever it is...in that thing?"
Corliss watches, intrigued, but he's also distracted by Alic's conversation with Ossanlin. This was too good...