He wasn't expecting her to be waiting for him, she had her own issues to take care of and civilization to run. She didn't exist just to take care of his injured ass. He grinned at that thought, a single storage drone following behind him, carrying inside its chassis several containers with samples of whatever was leaking over from Ve'akama'len into him, as well as a data slate with everything he had learned about it. She might want to do her own tests on it, or she might want to use his results to try and speed up the learning process. Either was acceptable, though he suspected she would choose both, to ensure he was actually getting the best option.<br/><br/>Still, it had been almost half a year since he had last seen her, it was possible something had gone migratory without him knowing it, so he was prepared for almost anything in that room, or so he hoped.