<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ncTr42c.png)</div>Although lowered to a calmer level, there was still a tinge of adrenaline running in Tamrithra's system that made her on edge for the possibility of being followed or caught again. While she trusted the doctor to be truthful, she didn't know how competent the rest of her pursuers would be in finding her and Tip.<br/><br/>"T-thank you for your help," she said to the doctor as she put her shirt back on, likely to Tip's dismay. "Still, we should both keep our heads down. Take it there's not a lot of Nyemai here."<br/><br/>At that point Tam realized she hadn't been in this section of Creusa before. "Actually...while we're here, do you know of any places of significance here? Neighborhoods to avoid, jobs in need of doing, scrap heaps full of spare parts, brokers with an ear to the ground and an eye on the channels?"<br/><br/>The Nyemai fiddled with her compad. A thought crossed her mind of Shokyou's vague intonation of a "cunning plan."<br/><br/><em>"At this juncture, Captain, I ought to remind you that I have a cunning plan and that it would be detrimental to your psychological well-being if I were to disclose any of the particulars at this time."<br/><br/>"This merely adds an additional level of complexity to the long-term arrangements. Also, you may become wanted for kidnapping in the process. Apologies for the inconvenience."</em><br/><br/>It was clear that this was it. Tamrithra’s grip on the compad grew dangerously tense, and she had to put it away before her claws accidentally extended and broke the machine.<br/><br/>“Ugh, was she really behind it?” she said out loud to herself.<br/><br/>Part of her realized that in some way this was bound to happen; she was effectively commandeering a ship with a mind of its own to give to some unknown owner.<br/><br/><em>She certainly wasn’t happy in being an...Orgy Wagon. But on the other hand, she hardly knew us. I don’t think I could get away with concealing my mission from a VI for that long, either.</em><br/><br/>Taking a breath, she went over to hug Tip. “I’m sorry for getting you into this. I swear we’ll find a way out.”<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">I presume enough time elapsed for Tamrithra to recover 2 HP, bringing her back to full.</div></div>