Darion didn’t bother replying to what she said in response to his joke.  He didn’t need to as the thought ran through his mind that he had to deal with Neymi herself.  He could probably survive some strangers pointing out his deficits that he was more than aware of as well.  Thus why it was easy to joke about.  So he just listened as she spoke about her powers.<span style="color: green">“I wouldn’t dream about telling anyone that you don’t tell yourself.  Whether you accept me as a captain or not, you are part of my crew.  I wouldn’t betray you like that as part of the crew.  But now that I do know for certain, I can actually factor that into some mission planning.”</span>He was telling the truth, he left his mind completely open.  Why wouldn’t he.  He needed some of them to actually trust him to at least try getting them through missions.<br/><br/>Once the door opened, Darion took that as an invitation, but didn’t move past much more than the doorframe.  Standing infront of it by maybe a step inside the room.  From there he watched Neymi, and listened to the music she was listening to.  It didn’t match at all the apparent mood from her.  He couldn’t help but roll his eyes a bit.  This girl loved to insult him.  He would let her.<span style="color: green">“I am alive still because everyone sees me like you do.  As an idiot.  They don’t expect me to be as good with weapons and fighting as I am.  Anyone who seems to underestimate me usually end up dead.  I am better than anyone who tries to shoot me.”</span>He couldn’t argue with her much.  He knew the only thing he really had knowledge of was combat, how to fight, and military tactics.  He couldn’t argue.<br/><br/>Of course he never got a chance to reply to her comment about his filthy mind, not that he didn’t think about it.  he knew he thoguth about women naked too much.  There was a brief flash that he had had someone special once before that had made him only think of them, but it was quickly gone.  Maybe he thought about them so much just because he was a pig.  Or he hadn’t found anyone to make him think about only them yet.  The feed she showed him distracted him, wiping away those thoughts completely.  Followed by her statement.  The robot he saw got a little bit of annoyance, and a little bit of relief that this one actually seemed useful looking.<br/><br/>At her statement, he realized he hadn’t been hiding his thought.<span style="color: green">“My issue with the robot, Toi… is basically that I have suspicions that he is a sex bot reprogrammed.  I have no solid evidence unfortunately…  I do not like sex bots.  They are built for nothing more.  Even with reprogrammed minds, they are still useless for anything else.  I despise them for their real uselessness.  I know it is unreasonable, my hatred for him on no evidence… but my gut tells me I am right.”</span>He said, surprisingly for the pig that he was, he hated sex bots for the reasons he had been told.<span style="color: green">“Plus I hate the look of Toi.  He looks like he was built for nothing but a kink.  As well as, no matter what they are programmed like… they are not alive.  And can easily be reprogrammed to work against those who trust them.”</span>There was another flash as if there was a story behind that one… but he quickly started playing his strip poker game in his head to keep her from getting more.<br/><br/>After that, he looked at the video feed of the robot waiting on the loading dock.<span style="color: green">“So, we going to see what this robot wants.  This one at least looks like something useful.  An armored tank and soldier.”</span>He wouldn’t trust it either though.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>