<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/f7ehYTF.gif)</div>“Okay Shokyou, that helps clear things-”<br/><br/>Tamrithra paused as the room came into view.<br/><br/>“-up.”<br/><br/>Several ideas swam around in her head simultaneously. That weird Terran babble from the human women being roughly handled. Shokyou’s statement of “property.” The tastelessly lewd nose art, and...this.<br/><br/>“Do you speak the mother tongue?” Tamrithra asked in Nyemai, lowering her rifle.<br/><br/>Tamrithra paused. She wasn’t exactly comfortable with the setup. The apparent Nyemai slave was striking, enough to make her avert her eyes. She also didn’t like the thought of having a slave on board, either. Such a trade was repellant to her, but between genelocked maltech vat-born, telepathic brainscraping, and other such horror stories one picks up in the late hours of spacer bars, such a being could be just as much a danger as a victim.<br/><br/>“I am Tamrithra, of Jels Orbitarr clan,” she continued, shuffling her feet. “Are you alright? I’m...borrowing this starship, of sorts. We’re going to a nearby system. Sorry if this is all sudden.”<br/><br/>She waited for an answer. Every second felt like a minute.<br/><br/><em>She is kind of cute, though. Is that okay to think? Dangit Tamrithra, she probably knows what you’re thinking! Play it cool, play it cool!</em><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">The slavegirl gives no indication of understanding Tamrithra’s words, she’d switch to Mandate.</div></div>