<span style="color: blue">"They're just computers and zcanners, hardware to make my life easier. Before yesterday there was nothing on there that would validate the protection I had already put on it."</span>Neymi replied to Darion while Ianthe returned their introductions.<span style="color: blue">"I had as much reason to boobytrap them as you have to rig your clothes with explosives." </span>She let Darion handle the niceties after this, frowning and narrowing her eyes briefly at Ianthe when she felt the woman's response to her surface probing. A fellow psionic. So far so good, Neymi's limited experiences with others with her gift had been unpleasant at best.<br/><br/>Neymi told herself to keep an eye on the woman. She didn't like the idea of someone reading her mind and feelings, hypocritical as it was. Most of all, she didn't like how it felt like this Ianthe was edging in on something that was Neymi's field. The hybrid didn't let her quiet jealousy and distrust show however, just continuing to look casually annoyed by Darion's ribbing. "<span style="color: blue">At least you admit to being a pervert, Darion. I guess that makes you not zo bad."</span>She smirked to herself, enjoying a private thought on how to prank Darion with his lecherous mind.<span style="color: blue">"Toi might look like your bedroom zex toy that's waiting on you back home, Ianthe, but he's also the team's heavy lifter. Don't tire yourself out by doing zomething he can do with no zweat at all." </span>Her smirked broadened as she scratched the bot's ear again with a purr on her lips.<span style="color: blue">"He'll be happy to tire you out in other ways instead."</span><br/><br/>Laughing softly, she hands Darion a holo-pad.<span style="color: blue">"I'm not zure if we'll get more reinforcements, but our current employer did zuggest two pilots for this job. You can have a look at them if you like, though I'd vote for the Bulor. Not too keen on roaches."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>