His one remaining eye turned to glare, wait... Not down, at the girl? Though he met her at eye level... A rare happening for him, staff in hand, he nodded only slightly.<i> "Yours? Then please, remove it."</i>His artificial voice not sounding so requesting, but not yet agressive enough to be a command, either. More along the lines of a statement. "An aprentice, Captain?" He intoned, turning to set his half glare to the woman in charge, skeptically computating if this was another of her plans to win an heir from him... She did it more often then he prefered... The customly preserved servitor in his chambers was proof of this.<i>"Anything, in particular that you wish I teach <span style="text-decoration: underline">her</span>?"</i>Few would have been able to pick up the hint of mock in his tone, save someone who knew him his whole life, like she did.<br/><br/>Slowly he turned, taking stock of the people assembling in the room. A woman with a picto augmetic, the lost worlder, the sister, Torin, the Tau, and a few others... Zevion took a not so silent step back, self conciously putting distance between himself and the group. Though, a slight tugging caught his attention, someone was holding onto his robes. Looking down, he noticed it was the xeno. But she was tall, he had no reserves about her ability to just reach up to his shoulder and pluck the bird away.<i>"If you need a cage, for it, let tell me and I shall craft one..." </i>Whether he was talking to the slave girl or captain, was a mystery of it's own...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>