"No!" Terenia practically shouts, slamming her drink down on the table so that it splashes up her arm. She ignores the cold, pink liquid as it drips off of her skin, focusing instead on Claxter and Zoshonel, fixing them with a cold glare.
"I do not want your help. I do not want any help." She says in a voice that is somewhat calmer, although it is obvious that she is still struggling to control herself. "Leave me alone."
<Temper, temper,> Efaen teases within her head, causing Terenia to tense up even further.
<Shut. Up.> Terenia hisses silently, <You know as well as I do what would happen to us if Visser Three suspected anything was amiss. Or have you forgotten?>
Terenia plays back a memory to Efaen, one that makes both of them grimace inwardly in pain. It effectivel quieted Efaen, leaving Terenia to focus on Claxter and Zoshonel with a somewhat strained look on her face.