Eyes narrowed as the group came to face the stranger by the elevator. A growl was forced out of the hybrid's throat as the man spoke. Neymi caught the tossed data chip by instinct, but didn't slot it into her wrist-bound computer.<span style="color: Blue">"Awfully zolid for a phantom, aren't you, Mr Guardias? After a ztunt like that, do you think you can remain ghosts for much longer?"</span>She hissed between her teeth, ignoring Toi's and Darion's prodding to leave the man be. Neymi's fur was all standing up, and she looked about ready to pick a fight with the man.<span style="color: Blue">"I learned fairly early on hate is born from fear, and you can't claim to be machine enough to be free from either. Whatever war you're waging, you'll lose it if you only make enemies."</span>Neymi focused the anger that always burned lowly in her core, shaping it as she tried to picture the stranger's mind as something her powers could affect. The fires of her anger as she unleashed it on the man's mind where those of kryslin heat rifles. Searing beams, pain and screaming as she attempted to assault whatever passed as the stranger's mind with fear.<br/><br/>By the time he successfully recovered or shrugged the attack off, Neymi was already in the lift. The doors closing while she glared at the man. She released the breath she was holding when the lift shuddered into motion, ignoring any angry, and ironicly echoed remarks about provocation and instead forced herself to calm down enough to answer Darion.<span style="color: Blue">"The attack was a diversion. Their focus was the data, not zilencing us. They're not yet willing to kill but might be if I leave any traces. Assuming they didn't tap in my CL1 computer back when I was connected with the council's zystems, the data will ztill be there. If not, there's zhould be a copy on my gear, which is a closed zyztem. Unless they physically tapped into my stuff I should have a copy left, and I can't see them messing with my gear without triggering my drones unless they're really good."</span><br/><br/>Neymi carefully while the lift slowly descended, running over what had happened in her head.<span style="color: Blue">"I need to make at least one critical, less than legal, upgrade to my computer for our continued zafety. Zo while you lot are picking up our gear and moving it to our new zhip I'll be doing purchases. Anything I zhould get for anyone?"</span>She rolled her shoulders, then looked towards Darion.<span style="color: Blue">"I can review what's on <i>this </i>once we're zafe and zound."</span>She showed the man the data chip, before continueing.<span style="color: Blue">"Leave the AI be, if it's zmart, it'll keep quiet and lie about having the data ztill. If it's not then I don't care, I'm just..." </span>She glanced at Toi as she hesitated, observing the feline ears atop the android's head move as she spoke.<span style="color: Blue">"...Reluctant to wipe it, despite certainly deserving it. Don't ask why, I'm angry and annoyed enough already."</span>She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath and waiting for the elevator to stop and open. Unwilling to mention she was mostly annoyed and angry with herself for being soft on a machine.<br/><br/><b>[Psi Blast - (fear) : roll of 15 + 12 psionic + 2 area bonus = 29]</b><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>