Frowning, Ianthe let her contact with the other mind drop, and after blinking away the distraction nodded to the android.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"Ready,"</span>she said, and shouldered her go-bag once more. Camarians were known for their psionic talents, and while she was no novice, she didn't relish trying to take one down, alone, without the element of surprise.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"Tell Giantprick, after you drop me off, that Charla's running, possibly headed off-planet, and that she's likely to be on the lookout for me. It may change how he plans to go after her."</span>Her fingers twitched angrily, a crackle of blue-black telekinetic energy momentarily dancing across them.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>