<span style="color: blue">"It's better than whatever old beau you'd name it after. Don't worry, you can ztill ztroke her plating and whisper nice words to it without looking much crazier if it had another name."</span>Came Neymi's reply to Darion's grumbling. Ignoring the rest of his words, the hybrid instead leaned back in her seat and tried out the mobility of the rifle she was working on in the chassis she had adapted for it. Watching Ianthe talk as she made the turret turn left, right, up and down. Neymi visibly relaxed as Ianthe lowered her mental defenses, though the woman wouldn't feel more than Neymi's presence lurking nearly unnoticeable near the back of her mind.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">"Zcience experiment? I'd be glad if that's what they're after me for."</span>She snorted, but the derisive gesture didn't really reach her expression.<span style="color: blue">"Zounds like you're quite the work of art yourself. Good to know you're not looking for an early retirement."</span>She smirked and waved her hand, manipulating her wrist computer's holo screen with it. Boo, the drone hovering near her powered down to stand-by and landed neatly on the ground.<span style="color: blue">"I'm certain now you're zmart enough not to earn my ire by turning traitor. I don't care how many hundreds of thousands of credits they're offering, I will make it not worth it if you do, believe me."</span><br/><br/>Focusing less on the turret she was working on, Neymi instead watched Ianthe from the corner of her eyes, watching the woman strip down. The hybrid let out a low purr as the woman stripped to her skivvies.<span style="color: blue">"I'm zure your health is a peak condition. This is just part of the complex game of trust we're playing. Ztripping down, to be without defenses... It's easier to trust the fox than the tiger." </span>She didn't comment on the scar, instead turned her head to watch Toi.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>