Terenia sighs in frustration, running her hand over her head much as a human would run their hand through their hair. Instead she merely brushes back her stalk eyes for a moment, before they resume tracking.
<I understand,> Terenia says dully, <Regardless, it is not safe for me to be here. Visser Three has a complete bioscan of my phsyical stats as well as my hosts. We are already behind schedule, but he will excuse a few hours, maybe even a day. Eventually, though, he will send someone to retrieve me. As I said before, he is not very trusting of me. If I am to stay here, I need to at the very least send a status update so that he will not be suspicious of my absence. Unless you feel like taking on an entire Blade Ship?>