"I'm touched," Terenia says, feigning sweetness, "You actually care what happens to me. Well, at least what happens to this body. Not quite the same thing, is it?"
The smile on her face fades slightly, "I don't need your protection, Andalite. From what I've seen of you in action, you're more likely to get your tail lopped off anyways." She smiles at the memory of Claxter's failed attempt at saving Efaen, knowing that it is likely to hit a nerve. "I'm curious, though. What is it that you wish to gain from my host? Her future does not involve you, you realize that, right? She will be spending the rest of her likely brief life either on Visser Three's Blade Ship or-" she shrugs, not finishing the thought. She isn't entirely sure what they would be doing if Terenia got her way and did not have to return to Visser Three, but she knew that it did not involve the Andalites.
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In the bar, Tamora begins to get restless. Cody has not returned, which leads her to believe that either he didn't find Terenia or he did find her and something bad happened. It wouldn't be the first time Terenia had caused the death of someone Tamora was relying on. She winces slightly, fending off another wave of grief, and pulls herself to her feet.
"I guess I'm on my own," she says miserably. She pats her side, reaching for a weapon that is not there, and sighs. "Maybe I can find a way into the Andalite's ship on my own...it opened for me before, maybe it'll still listen to my voice."
Casting a glance backwards at the bars inhabitants, Tamora tosses some loose change - a mix of Earth and alien currency - on the countertop and walks out the front door.