<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/YaH7ZzS.jpg)</div>“Oh...oh no, of course not!” Tamrithra stammered. “The Captain, he won’t be a problem anymore, I’m sure of it.”<br/><br/>A sigh escaped her lips.<em>Well, she’s certainly taking this calmly; that’s good. And she doesn’t seem to be brainwashed either...also good.</em><br/><br/>“Hold on a second Tip, I’ll help get you out of here...and into some proper clothes. That collar, is it purely decorative, or is it one of those ‘something bad will happen if you leave’ kind of thing?”<br/><br/>No matter the answer, Tamrithra looked around the room for anything of more practical wear, and a collar release device if the invisible leash was physical as well as metaphorical.<br/><br/>“We’re going to do a spike drill to the Risti Sumalin System. It’s the closest metadimensional route with proper settlements and starports.”<br/><br/>She paused, mentally conjuring sentences in her head to word what she wanted to say just right. “But...is there anywhere you’d like to be dropped off? Do you have any clanmates, friends, people who are expecting you somewhere?”<br/>