Neymi was unable to suppress a smirk at Zax's comment towards her. Even if she wasn't a full-blooded Goz, it was good to know he saw her as one. That way she knew how he would react to her, and he could at least keep the tension towards her in check. She settled down, scoffing at the android's words. Even if she couldn't read his surface thoughts so easily, she didn't believe a word of what he said. Her smug smirk spreading a bit at the artificial blush. Medical androids didn't come with that feature as far as she knew.<br/><br/>The various thoughts cast so carelessly in the open space distracted her though. Neymi's slitted eyes wildly going from person to person.<i>"Focus Kimmi, focus."</i>She glanced from the sniper to the commando<i>"...protect his ass, even though..."</i>The voices not her own rushed through her skull, making her miss what was said<i>"...I hope I don't get..."</i>She flinched, and quickly build her mental walls back up. Shutting the voices and thoughts mostly out of her mind again. Coming back fully to her senses, she realized she was now seated at the table in front of the human male commando. The lustful Camarian seated next to her, a fact she was alerted to by the tail brushing over her ankle. She turned her gaze to Trixie, looking the humanoid reptilian right in the eyes. There was no anger, but no amusement in her gaze either. Just a smoldering indignation while Neymi made a mental note to discipline the Camarian when they were out of the public eye.<br/><br/>A feral grin adorned Neymi's face while she looked at each in turn again. Her opinion of the android hadn't changed. The sniper, Kimmi, had a mind like a neon light. Darion looked strong, and his thoughts matched that, but he did pick the seat that gave him the best view of her chest. Aiayla looked strong too, but unlike Darion showed off. The Camarian Trixie was the most open about her lusts, and Neymi wondered if the lizard was going to need to be kept on a leash.<span style="color: blue">"Off to a good ztart, perhaps this meeting zhould have been held in a bedroom inztead?"</span>She snarled derisively. The hybrid had a thick accent that obviously wasn't from alliance space.<span style="color: blue">"Zave for the toy there, all of you can just zhoot and hide?" </span>She nodded towards.<span style="color: blue">"And here I was worried that my race would be an issue. Neymi IV, that's the roman numerical four. My name iz not kitty or any other zuch callnames, you understand yes? I'm Tech specialist."</span>She glanced around the room to see if anyone commented.<span style="color: blue">"Zpecialize in zentry drones and turrets. Machines." </span><br/><br/>At least three of them were making eyes at the android, which just made Neymi annoyed. Taking toys away was a good way to discipline children though, and if they were going to respect her territory and dominance she would need to send a clear message. Having them beg to her to get to play with Toi should be clear enough. As soon as they were shipped off, she planned to whip, literally if she had to, this mottled band into something that resembled order instead of pure chaos.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>