Jynx turned her head to Emma when she spoke, croaking out a quiet<span style="color: #ff00ff">"Yes,"</span>before glancing over to the robot girl and grunting<span style="color: #ff00ff">"Oh."</span><br/><br/>She then turned her focus back to the seemingly unthinking robot, the muscles of her stab-arm tensing as she prepared to rip this alien thing apart like a tin can.<span style="color: #ff00ff">"Would be smart of you to say something really soon."</span>This, ironically, coming from someone who barely spoke at all -- but Sue, or Jynx, or whatever, knew the score. Speech meant intelligence, intelligence meant that there was a possibility that this thing deserved. She'd barely ever paid any attention to the whole "Thule" thing or whatever they were actually here to do, so, similarly, her simple-working mind was challenged as to why there was any reason this whirry thing shouldn't get stabbed relentlessly.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>