Trey follows Elayne, looking nervously around the unfamiliar - and yes, outdated - ship cabin as he crosses the threshold. With his forefinger and thumb he twiddles the disk nervously, and once he even drops it, stooping quickly to pick it up, his face burning.
"Uh....well, it has all the core data from the ship. Really, this little thing is what the entire ship operated on," Trey says, averting his gaze. "But it had personal files too. I don't know how to operate it without the proper device though. Maybe your ship can read it. My ship is..." he sighs, remembering the fire that had consumed the interior, rendering it entirely useless. Another piece of scrap metal claimed by the bar. "...out of commission."
After the first fifteen minutes or so pass, Terenia begins to think that perhaps it would be a good idea for Efaen to wake up. After all, they are in morph. Just because their mind is exhausted, the human body is perfectly fine and free of all injuries. Theoretically, Efaen shouldn't even be unconscious. It seems, though, that the toll from the past few days (was it only a few days? Or had it been weeks now?) has finally caught up to her, and her thoughts are nearing a catatonic level as the dreams fade and Efaen is plunged into an unconsciousness that even Terenia cannot manipulate. There is nothing to do but wait.
Unfortunately for Terenia, she is not catatonic. While she waits, with an unresponsive body and no host to distract her, she can only mull over her own thoughts, tracing them back from the most recent attack to Efaen's actions against Ossanlin and Corliss to her own murderous actions.
