Fireblade Stillwater places a hand on top of one of the female's hands, calming. He sits in silence for a while before btalking once again.<span style="color: #808000">"I do believe that might be a Nekron. One of the eldest races of the galaxy. There is little that I know of them, but I know they are dangerous... And do not experience death like mortals do."</span>He leans back, casually, as if to avoid making himself noticed.<span style="color: #808000">"From what I know, they and the Eldar have been enemies since time immemorial. Let us not get involved, Tau'va wouldn't condone us dying here, needlessly." </span><br/><br/>He turns back to the female, taking a deep breath.<span style="color: #808000">"So... You can get me back to T'au?"</span>He looks at the female, intense.<span style="color: #808000">"I long to get back to my Shas'la companions. After one died, there was one with whom I never got around to bonding with... And during the battle, he earned my loyalty. I yearn to go home, that the ritual may be undergone. And I miss the firing line."</span>Eyeing his kinswoman carefully - and apparently paying no heed to his surroundings - his experienced gaze not missing any detail of her demeanour.