<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"Hi,"</span>Ianthe answered Toi, at first with a bell-bright smile for his guileless greeting -- at least until she turned to look at him, and then she promptly colored. Not only had her constant, low-level mind scan failed to detect his presence, but the not-so-veiled sensuality that he seemed to just radiate left her flushed in a manner she'd have preferred to avoid when meeting new teammates.<br/><br/>Darion's inspection, on the other hand, had a familiarity she could cling to. She understood, and had not infrequently taken advantage of, the reality that she seldom matched people's expectation of what a spacegoing thief, mercenary, or killer was supposed to look like -- and so she'd grown accustomed to appraising and oftentimes lascivious looks like the one the soldier lingered upon her.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"Captain,"</span>she answered him, with a gracious tip of her head to accompany the handshake.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"I was told you could use someone whose talents run towards the clandestine."</span><br/><br/>Her surface thoughts were easy enough for Neymi to sense: interest in her new teammates, flustered by Toi's manner, inward smirking at Darion's attentions... and then the kind of disciplined barriers to deeper reading indicative of a fellow psi.<span style="color: mediumturquoise"><i>I can feel you nosing around, you know,</i></span>Neymi would "hear," even as the dark-haired human girl turned her flashing smile toward the Goz.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"Neymi Four. And... Toi? It's a pleasure; I'm looking forward to working with you all, and I'll certainly provide whatever firepower I can. Can I help you get this gear aboard?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>