Milenya gave Maethia a weak smile, her weight shifting slightly as she leans toward her, into the touch. She sipped from the glass again.<br/><br/>The doctor was still clearly fatigued, perhaps more so than the two soldiers.<span style="color: #6495ED">"Two hundred and twenty three, and if I had been alone down there, I wouldn't have had a chance of making it to two hundred and twenty four. Ashana kept me going long enough for us to meet up and get out. Then she saved my life more directly. When one of those things got close."</span><br/><br/>She sighed heavily and rambled on a bit, talking even while Ashana entered the room.<span style="color: #6495ED">"I've been in firefights with pirates before. The rare attempt to kill or kidnap my Vessira. But that down there. That was. That. You know. They didn't stop. They wouldn't stop. Somehow, what little intelligence they had left. They'd probably consider they were doing us a favor, making us into them. That's what the journals indicate. Snatched up a lot of datapads and some really old books. Those might be valuable. The books, that is. Keeping the data for us. There might be something useful in there. They studied those materials."</span><br/><br/>She watched Ashana rummage, admiring the other's curves and confident movements. It took her a moment to realize what Ashana said about the drink. She'd missed Maethia's mention of it, and startled.<span style="color: #6495ED">"Wait, wait. How did they even know to stock... oh, Taseer. I hope this isn't her private stash. Goddess. This is still good as it is."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>