After Gersarus' remarks, it was nice to hear a compliment. Kage, as most seers, was very sensitive about how others thought of his race.
"Thank you, I'd like to think so. If you'll excuse me, I have to check on the Yeerks."
I walked to the sickbay, and turned to one of the Chee, "You two have to get these Yeerks on a hover-pad and into the HQ. Just inside the door will be fine."
One of the chee sounded suspicious, "Why?"
I shrugged, a purely human gesture, "We have to take care of them. We don't want them to die. It's been almost a day since we left Maraneoi."
He nodded.
"But first I'd like to talk to them."
I walked up to the Visser, "Well Visser 4. How's it going?"
She...he, er, it looked my way slowly.
"Well Visser 4. How's it going?"
I turned to face the seer mindfully, <Oh fine. I'm in a force-field. Never been better.>
I got up and walked the diameter of the circular area, <But you could make that all better, degenerate.>
He flinched.
<What? Didn't think I could see your littler horn? I'm not blind Hork-Ba... well, I guess I am. But this Andalite is especially not.> I smiled evilly, with the Andalite's eyes, <Is that a matter of some sensitivity for you?>
He squinted viciously, "Shut the sok up Yeerk," he swore in Galard, "Your in no position to anger me."
I smiled, <What are you going to do? Kill me? Go ahead!>
He frowned, "Doctor! Flood the containment area with psychonecrine. Then take them into the HQ."
He walked out... then I felt dizzy... then I felt nothing.