"I don't think so." Thorax paused to look back at him. "If I don't get something from him, or Tartarus, Whirl, I'm going to lose this disguise and our cover will be blown anyway. Would you prefer that?" Handy was silent. "Hmph." Her eyes briefly flashed bright green, revealing her true chartreuse irises before feeding back to Crimson's blue. She said no more as she trotted off, calling out to the other two, offering to help with camp. Handy stooped to pick up the witch-torch, stuffing it back into his pack.