At the mention of Andalite techs, Terenia's face darkens, her embarrassment fading into something a good deal more sinister, <This body is not going near those bastards. Maybe they have the technology, but if they don't you can be sure they'll treat her like a lab rat until they figure it out. Worse, because most lab rats are replaceable, so if they die they at least get some peace. Andalite test subjects are few and far between, so they must be kept alive.>
She shakes her head a bit, pulling herself out of dark memories, <Perhaps there is a way,> she allows, <but I do not know of it. The tracer is run by nanotechnology, I am fairly certain, so there should be a way to at the very least deactivate the nanites, but any attempts to tinker with the technology could easily result in...less than desirable reactions.>
She approaches Corliss, eager to change the subject away from the futility of her situation, <Your purpose. Fighting for freedom, and all. It sounds so very...grandiose. The sort of stuff I would talk about when I was in training on the Andalite world, before things got bad. When I still thought I could make a difference,> she shrugs, <when I still cared about making a difference, I guess. Tell me, does it make it any more bearable? Are you...happy? Doing what you do?>