Terenia glances towards the ship yard nervously, as though she expects Ossanlin to suddenly appear.
<I don't know,> she admits, <he may have been running his mouth, so to speak. Trying to scare me into staying here. But when Efaen was free she did witness some strange behavior from Ossanlin that was certainly not within an average Andalite's capabilities. Whatever his deal is, it certainly isn't normal.>
She paws at the ground tentatively, staring at the broken down creature as a means of distraction.
<You said it tried to communicate? Hm, I wonder if Efaen's translator chip would be able to work on a robot language. Regardless, it should be able to understand thought-speak.>
She broadcasts her thought-speak slightly louder, directing it towards the broken machine.
<Uh, hello there. My name is Terenia,> she says a bit awkwardly, <if you don't mind me saying, you look as though you've seen better days. What happened?>