There was a moment's hesitation in Vespa's step, almost impossible to notice, but you registered it. "Why do you care what my offspring feels about our interactions instead of what my queen does?" she asked, turning her head not to look at you, but to look down some of the corridors as you passed them. You imagined some of the Changelings had cleared out when they felt the pheromones, wanting to have an orgy, but under strict orders to be at work.