“Ah, the two notorious ‘Creature Controllers’,” the Commander chuckled, before moving around to the side of them and inspecting them both. “Wearing armour and saddlebags into the baths? Planning on trying to impress some of the drones?” Scuttle tapped his hoof against Aphid’s purple-armoured shoulders as he spoke, a solid clank echoing around the corridor thanks to his own armoured shoe. 