"We rendered the opposition irrelevant." Zeta wasn't trying to be grandiose or modest, as her words could have been interpreted as. It was simply how she saw it. Her penchant for violent murder had never been connected to her emotion centers, as, for the moment, she had none. She made her way to the far wall, ignoring the crowd, and taking a protein pack from the dispenser. It wasn't quite her formula, but it would suffice.<br/><br/>Her skin began to visibly regenerate again, much to the shock and awe of the still-enraptured crowd. Stopping uncomfortably close to Alanna, she spoke again. "Do you require more details, or will you wait for the debriefing?" All traces of her momentary emotional flash on the ship had vanished, and she was quite back to "herself." Eyeing Khementari, she locked gazes. "You are an HRD then," she said rather flatly, as the crowd of mechanics, pilots, and miscellaneous crew waited for the answer.