"And we as recent escapees of a maximum security facility at which most of the staff and inmates were murdered by a species no one else knows exist won't be considered 'genuinely nasty'?" Ix voiced the query with incredulity, bruised shades of teal and navy floating across her eyes which remained fixed on the screens in front of her. The prospect of going to station was seeming less appealing, even as she fined tuned their route.<br/><br/>She spared a look for Tom, who was showing a great deal of sympathy for a being he hardly knew, and once again the alien couldn't help but wonder how he had survived inside the prison. Returning her eyes to the computer she responded, pitching her voice so Enigma couldn't hear, "I shall consider it." Trying to speak confidentially in such a small space was awkward at best.<br/><br/>