Zeta followed the ladies quietly, using her advances senses to monitor for strange noises or vibrations. Oddly, though, her visual sensors continued to lock onto the buttocks of the two. Ever since her ordeal with Khementari, things had been... a little reshaped among her threads. Priorities had changed, fragmentation had occurred. It would take a serious respite in order to correctly sort out everything that had changed, and for now, she would simply have to tolerate it. As each problem sector arose, she shut it down in order to preserve her efficient function. Perhaps Khementari could offer some insight after this mission. For now... there were bobbing booties to pursue.