Panicked eyes fixed themselves on Darion as the man approached. Together with her ears folded back, Neymi looked surprisingly much like a scared goz kitten with those full orbs, despite her mature figure. She swallowed, and Darion could feel her probing his thoughts, reaching into his mind as he spoke to confirm the truth of his words. Whatever she found, it calmed her down enough to listen to Toi's words, her panicked breath slowing, and she tapped with her fingers at the air, those drones retreating their weapons.<br/><br/><span style="color: Blue">"There. I'm calm now... Now please let go of me!"</span>She whined, Toi's scent and sensual voice bringing a blush to Neymi's cheeks.<span style="color: Blue">"I really really dislike being touched without permission! Now explain to me why the fuck you're holding me you piece of zhit!"</span>Okay, maybe the hybrid had been lying about being calm, but surely Neymi being angry was less dangerous than her panicking and being terrified. She was no longer swinging around physic attacks while tethering on the edge of a breakdown, after all.<br/><br/><b>[Psionic Scan: Roll 12 + skill 12 = 24]<br/>
[Break free of Suggestion : roll 20 + defense 5 = 25]</b><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>