Just the thought alone of writing down the words on this paper triggered a manic rush in Apophis, similar to the one in the bunkhouse. He remembers the sentences looking like the movement of a snake when the AI inside the paper instantly corrected his chicken scratch into a generic print. On the day that he purchased the paper he spent the night scribbling doodles and words down to see what the AI would match it up too, acting like a child with a shiny mint half dollar. He wanted to laugh out into the hub, but again remembered his company.<br/><br/>Apophis decided it would be better to take down all of Moorhouse's words verbatim so he could have access to the speech at his leisure. The nudge by the sparkly woman was barely noticeable; only when she softly began to whisper to him did he pull his pitted face from the paper. It took him a few seconds to process her statement. Hearing her say that he was fast on his feet added to his excitement; he realistically wasn't. There had to have been something about these women that got them a spot on this mission. The raven and red haired ones, and especially this one, did not look fit for combat to him. Her reaction to him in the hangar was proof that she was probably not Golemite royalty, as all those of regal authority could recognize all their kind by a single greeting. This was one universal trait that all Golemites shared. Maybe she was toying with him.<br/><br/>He knew that if things went south in a combat situation, his primitive instincts would kick in and he would probably try and save her if she was in need. As a teammate he would remain loyal no matter what. The same could be said for the other two as well; females in his culture were viewed as the ones that were to be protected and were not placed in combative roles. Struggles with his kind and the humans resulted from this. The pent up emotion inside him would be exerted to this woman. He shielded one side of his face with an open hand, the side facing Moorhouse when his back was turned, and said as soft and silent as he could,<strong>"I know, I know!"</strong>The stylus and paper almost slipped out from between his fingers when that low toned exclamation passed his lips, he only hoped Moorhouse didn't hear it. As Moorhouse was returning to face him he regained his hunching posture and started to write down his speech as he originally planned to.