((Phew. Okay. Slightly more calm today. I can at least handle an rp post without fading into random angry obscenities))
Trey's eyes widen slightly with confusion as Elayne scoots away from him and into a booth, indicating that Mar should follow. Belar and The Director - after a snide comment about him no longer playing the mouse - both show interest in seeing what the commotion is outside, something Trey has no desire to do. Quite suddenly he is alone again, stuck with his gaze shifting nervously between Mar and Elayne and The Director and Belzar.
"I think..." Trey says quietly, looking down at his untouched beer bottle. Most of the commotion seems to have faded now, reduced to the omnipresent gunshots, "I think I'll just stay here."
---------
A look of giddy nervousness washes over Terenia's face as she realizes that Corliss is right - could this be Visser Three, coming to claim her back at last? Or could it be Zorish, making a more grandiose entrance than she had expected?
<Yeah, putting shields up,> she says quickly, running through the computer commands. To anyone standing outside it would appear that her Bug Fighter had merely disappeared into thin air as the shielding and cloaking systems are initiated.
As soon as the ship is hidden, Terenia opens her pack and rummages around, taking out a Dracon cell and tossing it weakly to Corliss. She then removes her own Dracons, removes the cells, and places the entire mess into the bag.
<Best not to give her any weapons she can easily use,> Terenia explains, removing her portable Kandrona generator. She sets the collapsible tub up with practice ease. It is smaller than the permanent fixture in Corliss' ship, but larger than the Tupperware that Myitt carries around. Once the tub itself is set up she moves to a storage area in the back of the ship and reveals a jug of what looks to hold a gallon or two of water. She points at it with one of her weak Andalite hands.
<Could you please help me fill the pool?> she asks, glancing nervously at the view screen. She does not feel comfortable feeding now, but she still feels as though it is better to do so in all of the chaos of battle than when anyone is organized enough to attempt searching for her.