<span style="color: blue">"Well, you'd know better than I how loud zhe'd go, Darion, though I guess I will zoon hear for myself if zhe's zo eager."</span>Neymi said, still fiddling with her wristbound computer. The hybrid was slightly annoyed that her remarks seemed to entice K'esara more than they provoked the other Goz. Once this mission was over, she'd see just how much Kes<i>really </i>would enjoy it. She followed behind Darion.<span style="color: blue">"Based on the zhip's blueprint, I've zent the quickest route to the bridge to your cyber-eye. It zhould zhow up as blue arrows in your vision. If they're too obtrusive, I'll tune them down. I'm also going to zee if I can get the zhip AI to keep us updated on enemy location."</span>True to her words, she contacted the AI of the Zax ship the roach commander had purloined to them. To ensure that the cybernetic mind did as she asked, she send a picture of her in her dom gear along with the request for realtime data on enemy location to be send to her computer.<br/><br/>Minsc circled around Neymi while she walked, Boo in her hand as she scraped the slime of the drone using the combat knife she'd pulled from her boot. She had sensed Darion's suspicions before she had rebuilt her mental focus to keep everyone's thoughts out of her head. It wouldn't due to be distracted by their perverted imaginations while she repaired her drone. Besides, she'd seen enough images of her and Kes kissing for the day, and not enough of the actual thing.<span style="color: blue">"Chances are we'll run into more of these zlimes. If I was these Kryslin I'd let the zlimes delay us while zetting up an ambush. Let's hope that AI can get us a little forewarning on the ambush. They also might zet up a defensive perimeter to keep us busy as long as possible, but I can't zee them doing that unless they're closing to getting the zhip's engines online."</span><br/><br/>Neymi mostly talked to keep her mind off the goo and flesh that seemed to cover the walls. She was surprisingly okay with the sweltering heat, but whatever the Kryslin had done to the cruiser deeply unsettled Neymi still. She had had far too many nightmares that felt like this, and it was no comfort that she'd suffer the same fate as in her nightmares if the Kryslin managed to capture her alive. Shuddering, she walked a little closer to Darion and Kes. Their own confidence had a calming effect on her nerves, after all. That military training really did pay off for them.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>