<span style="color: teal">"Fucking Camarians,"</span>Ianthe muttered under her breath, but quickly smoothed over her disgusted expression. If the reptilian alien had expected her to recoil at the sight of the psi-blade, she was disappointed; Ianthe regarded it evenly, while momentarily touching her ear again by way of re-opening the comm-link with the whole team.<span style="color: teal"> "Darion, we've located a survivor. Camarian. She looks to have been a prisoner rather than a researcher, but she may still have some useful intel,"</span>she said aloud, then let her fingers fly over her wrist-comp interface to key a silent, text-only message to Neymi:<i>"Evidence facility being used to experiment on sentients."</i><br/><br/><span style="color: teal">"Ultimatums are different than facts."</span>Ianthe returned her attention to the Camarian.<span style="color: teal">"I mean, sure, you might kill me in a rush."</span>She gestured at Toi.<span style="color: teal">"You might even get my friend, here, too. But you haven't the faintest idea how many more of us are waiting just outside the sentry guns' range, and even if you manage to take out my entire crew, when the fight's over your absolute best case is that you're still stuck here, wearing rags, hiding out in an abandoned lab, waiting to either starve to death or get picked up by those bounty hunters you're so terrified of."</span>She paused for a moment, to allow that all to sink in.<span style="color: teal">"You don't have very much leverage, is what I'm saying. So you can stand there and snarl at us, or you can take a chance that we are what we say we are, put that thing away, and make yourself useful."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>