Trey takes a seat and looks around at the tables occupants, his gaze landing on Elayne last.
"No, thank you," Trey says with a small smile, "you've been too kind already. I wouldn't want to impose..." he trails off, feeling somewhat awkward, and drops his gaze to the table. When he chances another glance upward he notices that the one table member he is unfamiliar with - a man with a British accent - is staring at him.
"Something wrong?" Trey asks gruffly, feeling his face flush red.
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Making her way back towards the shipyard, Terenia begins to demorph. She moves swiftly, pausing only when she must switch from two legs to four, and does not stop until she reaches her Bug Fighter.
<What exactly is your plan, Terenia?> Efaen asks.
<I haven't quite figured it out yet,> Terenia responds, ordering the Bug's hatch open and stepping back to let the rampway fall.
<So why are we here?>
<Seems to me,> Terenia says, walking up the ramp, the only sound around the clopping of her hooves, <that I can't come up with a plan without preparing first. Doubt I'll get much planning done back in that bar, with crazies from every corner of the galaxy strutting around. Besides, there's too many inter-dimensional things in there to make me comfortable.>
Terenia looks around the Bug Fighter, as though waiting for it to tell her what to do next. The ship is relatively small, with only one main cabin that houses navigational controls and a weapons array. A portable Yeerk Pool is propped up in the back corner. One of the storage units is open, spilling out various materials, from Terenia's last visit.
<I do not understand how you plan on-> Efaen begins.
<Sh!> Terenia hisses, <you're breaking my concentration!>
<You are an imbecile, Terenia,> Efaen says, <what is it you are trying to prove?>
<I'm trying to keep you alive, you Andalite nitwit,> Terenia replies scathingly, <now shut it.>
Terenia seems at a loss as she looks around the nearly empty Bug Fighter. She is about to give up when suddenly her gaze falls on the navigational display. She approaches it, resisting the temptation to simply take off and leave this place. She knows that she will not get far before Ossanlin's Dome Ship shoots her down. Instead, her eyes travel to the communications array.
<Well, well,> Terenia says with a chuckle, <I feel an idea coming on after all. See, Efaen? Sometimes human instinct is good for something.>