Ianthe hadn't gotten very far since walking away from her conversation/confrontation with the Camarian woman. Her cloaking field hid her annoyance: in spite of her distaste for the reptilian aliens, she felt like she'd been trying to be matter-of-fact rather than threatening. The crew really<i>didn't</i>know or care who she was, really<i>didn't</i>have any interest in capturing her, and Darion, she figured, probably<i>would</i>shoot first and ask questions later under the circumstances.<i><span style="color: teal">Whatever</span></i>, she thought.<i><span style="color: teal">I've saved her from being shot full of holes, even if she doesn't know it. That's my good deed for the day.</span></i><br/><br/>She'd noted the<i>other</i>alien mind immediately, but she'd been scanning for sentience rather than mere life. This new creature's urges were so primal that she'd had to reorient herself, performing the psionic equivalent of a double-take just to fathom its surface thoughts. By then, though, it had already dropped from the ceiling, flooding the lab with that scent...<br/><br/>As if in a trance, she deactivated her cloak, reappearing a scant few meters away from where she'd vanished. Glassy-eyed and breathing rapidly through her mouth, she unslung her Shadow Lance and unbuckled her utility belt before beginning to unfasten the seals on her stealth-suit. A low, frustrated whine spilled from her throat: her entire body sang with the urge to mate, to be bred, overpowering her protesting rational mind and its carefully-erected defenses... and all these clothes were just terribly<i>in the way</i>.<br/><br/>She'd fallen to her knees, and already disrobed to her waist -- peeling out of the stealth-suit and then tearing off the form-hugging sports bra she wore beneath, baring her arresting, pale-skinned curves to the warm lab air -- when she registered the competing scent from nearby. Dazedly, she glanced away from the gelatinous figure and back towards Toi. Had he said something? Her cheeks flushed with her need as she struggled out of the rest of the suit, leaving her clad only in lilac panties already stained with her growing arousal. Sparks danced in front of her eyes, and with a desperate moan she began to crawl, haltingly, back towards the android... though with her knees indelicately parted, a spread-open invitation to the alien, too.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>