Abran got to his feet unsteadily, clearly still not recovered. He looked down at his clothing, and blinked, slipping his hand out of the Captains easily, before he spoke.<br/><br/>"The Medic will not be required. Nor the Missionary. I will suffer no permanent harm, I believe. As for the Missionary... no, I believe I am still me. We aren't alone out here. I have no idea what it is... or where it is... but there is something... horrible in this region of space. It is hungry... and vile, and dangerous."<br/><br/>Abran shudders, but forced himself to remain calm.<br/><br/>"We should exercise great caution. And if possible, limit our exposure to the warp. My nature shields me from some of the harm such a being is capable of. Without it..."<br/><br/>Abran shook his head. He had no need to speak of the horrors that the Warp could inflict.<br/><br/>"For now Trader, I request to retire to my cabin. I could use a change of clothing."