Elriss catches the meaning behind Renlath's words-- heading up to his Blade Ship will not end well for her. He's called her bluff, and she very nearly finds herself accepting out of sheer pride. She can't believe the nerve of this Visser, and she finds herself backpedaling, trying to find a way to get out of what she herself suggested without looking like a coward.
"Maybe I'll just have you transmit the coordinates to us after I've returned home," she says lamely. She gives Renlath a hard glare, scrutinizing his perfectly put-together appearance as though it might yield some clue as to whether he is actually a traitor... or simply a Visser playing politics.
Of course, now there's the issue of there being a Blade Ship in close orbit. A Blade Ship that could take her back to the Empire, if she can figure out how to secure passage without... disappearing, or getting herself imprisoned. Her thoughts are so twisted that she nearly misses the opportunity to smile again at Ike and give her hair a little toss.
She turns her glare towards Myitt. Whether she knows it or not, she's managed to hit a bit of a sore subject. The secrecy under which the Council has kept the Light runs totally contrary to Vanress's vision, and there have been growing murmers within the organization that the Council has no real intention of living up to its promises. Oddly, neither Edriss nor Vanress has seemed terribly concerned with these suggestions, and Elriss has found herself wondering what their plans are.
"It will work," she says, confidently, her voice dripping resentment. "Unlike the Council's sappy little team-building exercise, the Light is run by competent Yeerks. The only problem will be convincing the Vissers," she laughs, sparing a glance for Renlath.
She looks towards the man she doesn't know when he speaks. He's human, and he's here, but he doesn't know Yeerks. "Not from the same Yeerk Empire?" she wonders aloud. She frowns. Sure, it's possible, she guesses, but is it really something that's worth wrapping her head around? Ike is clearly from somewhere else, but how much does that knowledge help her now?
"How do you know we ain't from the same place?" she asks. "Not even every... businessman like yourself knows us on Earth." She does her best to keep her tone light and flirtatious, in spite of the anger roiling in her over Renlath and Myitt. "Either way, I'd like to get to know ya sooner rather than later. Name's Elriss," she says, holding out a hand as if for him to kiss. "And once we take this place, it won't be long before everyone knows us." She grins, ambition flashing in her eyes. "Intimately." Rarely before has that word sounded so sinister.
