Ianthe permitted Toi's inspection, with all its pokes and gropes, stoically, and had begun to reply to Neymi just as Toi cut her off with the prolonged kiss. When the android drew back to pronounce on her health she couldn't help but gawk at him for a moment.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"Wait, what? Scans?"</span>Faintly nervous shivering gave way to simple confusion, and she pressed Toi,<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"You have medical scanning equipment in your <i>mouth</i>?"</span>Her gaze flew between the 'droid and the Goz, as if to chase a train of thought to its destination.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"And what does that mean for how you treat an actual injury?"</span><br/><br/>Collecting herself, though, she finally answered Neymi.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"The thing about being a shaper and a mover is that you're never <i>really</i> defenseless, not entirely."</span>She forced an apologetic smile to her lips.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"Limits how vulnerable you can ever really feel."</span>Whatever psychokinetic abilities lay at her disposal, though, Neymi would sense no thoughts towards actually using them -- and Ianthe made no move to dress, either.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"But, trust, right?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>