"They are as I was when I came here. Completely amoral. I have changed some since then." She snorts softly. Without realizing what she was doing, she removes Jacques's hat and begins to run her fingers thru his hair. Her eyes on the distant group of buildings. "There are no children there, as you think of them. If there are younglings, younger than 10 years, then this might be a House fleeing a lost war. Or a colonizing attempt. But if it's not wither, then the younglings will be as nasty in a fight as anything else. you have ever met."<br/><br/>Frowning again , Mizrel got her commo unit and began to fiddle with it. Looking for the frequencies that she knew her people had used on her homeworld.<br/><br/>(( I figure she'd have grabbed one from the batle fiield. ))