There are several public terminals, but not enough to meet demand apparently as they are all filled. The librarians are all in the form of Khatta or Naga - but are clearly ProgMat constructs, being made to look like living metal beings of gold and silver.
Given the vast uncertainties of the plan to use the Galactic Library, Tasha decided to bring Neesa along. However, rather than urge Neesa to dress more like a Titanian, she tried to get her to dress less so in the hopes that if the Library rejected Tasha as a Titanian it might accept Neesa the Modern Karnor.
Standing just inside the entrance, Tasha whispers to Neesa. "I have a lot of doubt about this," she admits, "We're exposing ourselves a lot by doing this, but the returns would also be great. It could be trouble, though. I know you agreed to come this far, but, are fine with continuing? Any ideas or insights?"
"On Abaddon, it is illegal to do business with Titanians," Neesa whispers. "But that seems to be a bit open to interpretation out here. None of what you're asking for seems to be sensitive information.. but also not anything Titanians would be interested in either. We could remain separate - if they refuse service to a Titanian for some or all of the questions, I can ask as a Karnor."
"That makes sense. Tahnk you for your willingness to help, dear Neesa-Neesa. Lets get to it then, you have the copy of the questions list." Stepping forward, Tasha pretends to brush past the Karnor then sniffs the air in a feral sort of way, then begins to roam amongst the terminals in a way that could be best described as prowling. Given that the terminals are all being used, this mostly results in her walking around impatiently. I wonder how much data the Library actually contains. It's a gathering of knowledge from countless worlds, people, and nations throughout known history. It must be immense ... She considers, inwardly impressed while outwardly Titanian.
"Excuse me, sir or madam," one of the feline-shaped librarians asks, approaching Tasha. "Are you here to make use of the Galactic Library's services?"
Tasha makes a point of sniffing the faux-feline, just to make sure it is indeed a ProgMat construct. "Yah," she barks a moment later. "Kitty help?"
"I can assist you," the librarian claims. "Are you looking to exchange information, make a donation, or request information?"
"Last one," Tasha grunts; She's found adding a grunt really helps her Titanian facade. "Have list and gold. Read list, pay with gold. Not confuse."
The ProgMat librarian freezes for a moment, and then says, "We are able to take Titanian gold as payment. May I peruse your list?"
"Fun to chew too," Tasha notes from experience. She isn't quite sure why, but it is soft and, more than anything, it's shiny and it's gold. "Here list." The list is provided and even has convienet numbering in large Standard numerals.
The librarian looks it over, and then cants its head in apparent confusion. "I will need further elaboration," it says apologetically - something that at least suits a simulated Khatta better than a simulated Naga. "The first item refers to a process that is not within the Library. Terraforming, as the name implies, is a Terran invention which is no longer relevant given the ability to travel to new star systems and reap the legacy of the First Ones, who 'terraformed' many hundreds of worlds. Are you perhaps looking for colonization packages instead?"
"Uhhhhh," goes Tasha, who scratches her head as she peers at the list. After a moment, she answers, "Yah pro'lly. Ferrous desert planet, subsurface water. Hostle life."
"The closest reference may be A History of the Terraforming of Mars by the human A. E. Sanchez. I can provide catalogs from the major Colonization Corporations, however. What is the colonizing species and how large is the foothold population?"
"Uhh, Karnor an' others mebbe. Titanians. Mebbe more not-Titanians. Lots. Everybody?" The disguised hybrid tries, trying to offer information without crossing the nebulous line of 'too much.'
The librarian freezes again for a moment. "Is this to be a prison planet for Titanian captives?" it then asks.
I miss being able to talk clearly, the fake Titanian laments inwardly. Frusterated by misdirection and disguise, she pulls out a gold bar and begins to gnaw on it with the right side of her muzzle. It's tough but vaguely chewy, and tastes unique. But it's gold, and she knows it's shiny, so it makes her feel better. This she does until she's questioned, then she grins and says, "How much you offer to know?"
"To be worthwhile, the information would have to include the location of the planet and history of the prisoners - especially with regard to which vessels they had been captured from," the librarian notes. "However, it would not be as valuable as the secret to how Titanians can ambush starships en-route. The standing reward for that information is one billion Khattan Trade Coalition Shekels."
"Not for sale," Tasha insists, grinning a little more. She may have only been a Titanian for a little while, and their friend a little longer, but she isn't going to sell them out -- and not just because they could find her if she did. "Have data now Meow?"
"The specifics are too general," the librarian notes apologetically. "I can only offer you the historical document from pre-starflight Terra."
"Eh hokay," the faux-Titanian gruffs, sounding as dissatisfied as she feels. Being able to return with the information would have been a real coup for progress on Abaddon, but she'll have to make due with what she has -- and there's always next time.
"On to the second item on your list," the librarian notes. "It seems you wish to obtain a First Contact Client Primer. Has the new potential Client species been registered with the Galactic Patron Oversight Organization?"
"Is just for ed-u-ca-sion," the hybrid explains, reaching up to tap the side of her skull indicatively.
"We were unaware that Titanians are a developing society," the librarian notes. "Are they seeking out a potential Patron?"
"Huh? Noooo." The short grey Titanian responds, tilting her head and giving the ProgMat creation a funny look. She pulls out the gold stick, then shakes it at the figure. "Ask too many questions. Primer or not? Want gold or not?"
"Which Primer would you like; Khattan, Celestial, Confederate, Terran or Silent-Ones?" the librarian asks quickly.
"How much for all?" Tasha inquires, head cocking the other way.
The librarian freezes again - this time for almost a minute. "Normally, it would not be possible to purchase more than one, to avoid Patrons from undermining one another in negotiations. As you are not a Galactic Patron member species and unlikely to sell the information to others, a price has been set at five hundred grams of Titanian gold."
"Hummm, pro'ly too much. Uh ... Just Terran then. They pretty friendly yah?" Tasha oves her right hand to rest atop her money pouch in case she needs to pay immediately. "How about next thing on list? Pay now maybe?"
"Just the Terran Primer will be 100 grams," the librarian notes. "It will be easier to calculate a single full payment after all selections have been made."
"That okay then. Next question?" The not-Titanian asks, reaching up to scratch at her nose as she risks a glance around. She looks for Neesa, but also checks to make sure she's not about to get jumped by security.
"Your next item is a political overview of Galactic civilization," the librarian notes. "There are thousands of articles on this subject, from institutions of higher learning, think tanks and government agencies, along with millions of amateur, dissident or rebel writings. Is there a particular basis you wish to use, such as a specific civilization's viewpoints?"
"Overview. Governments types by planet. Rules and laws. Galactic law general law. Formation of Galactic heirarchy for each Galactic. Uhhh, like maybe for student or in primer? Summary, non-bias. Facts. Searchable," the grey gold chewer explains, while pausing the chewing. "Make sense?"
"That information, along with the request for information on planetary systems, star charts, superluminal navigation and technologies, types of vessels and information on known species can all be covered by the Encyclopedia Galactica, Patron Edition. Legends, myths, religion and archaeological information about lost civilizations, the First Ones and other ancients is beyond the scope of the encyclopedia, which does not cover academic research. I can recommend a number of sources, however, if you do not mind handling your own translations?"
"Hokay," is Tasha's insightful and elucidating reply to the matter of research and translation.
"Do wish a static version of the Encyclopedia, or would you like to open a subscription, as new information is always being added?" the Librarian asks.
"Static for now. Mebbe come back later," the faux-Titanian answers, deciding it might be best she takes what she can get and disappear rather than maintaina potential trail. She also knows that such a account would be monitored, which would further contribute against her desire to provide minimal sensitive information.
The rest of the transaction goes smoothly, without any odd lapses where the librarian 'froze' as if waiting for further instructions. It is also quite likely that there are powerful sensors in the Khattan architecture, since the librarian seems to know exactly how much gold Tasha has available - as that turns out to be the exact price for the requested information. The Terran Client Primer, Encyclopedia Galactica and the historical research each come on a separate data crystal, similar to the one Tasha found in Apollyon's sword - although quite a bit larger, and promised to be compatible with even Silent-Ones optical data systems.
Once everything is concluded, Tasha carefully packs the crystals away and then pads them with a few pieces of unused cloths she keeps with her for just such an occassion. With that sorted out, she looks up and smiles. "Hokay! Thanks ProgKitty, maybe come back again?" Her head cocks to the side, her gaze clearly on the gold she just handed over, taking one last, long look. "Bye gold," she offers it, then forces herself to straighten. "I go now, unless more?" She asks a bit too quickly, trying to distract herself.
"Are you interested in selling information to the Library?" the librarian asks. "Your vessel has been seen recently in the Broghram and Charybdis systems. The information on your activities there could be valuable."
"Humm, what you want to know?" Tasha asks, now focusing her attention on the atificial librarian more fully.
"The nature of the weapon used to destroy the Tandu sentry fleet stationed at the Broghram-Caledonia Aldersen Transfer Point, for example," the librarian suggests.
"Dumb destroy Tandu sentries. Weapon not matter; Invade our stuff and bye-bye. Dreadnought run away, smarter after Tandu gone. Try again, same thing. One weapon or another, all disppear because of dumb," is Tasha answer, which comes with an amused grin. There. Maybe that will help convince others to not to invade. It's the least I can do to help, she decides.
"I suppose that is also the answer to why the Artifact ship 'dissolved' at Charybdis not long after the arrival of your vessel?" the librarian asks.
"Naw. Ship unstable. Controller die. Psychic field collapse, worm-drive unstable. Nothing left, all crush-smush by gravitational force and eat up by conversion to strange matter from statis-3 pylon collapse, num num num," is Tasha's answer, figuing a little truth might go a long way to help make her seem convincing while also covering for the Niss by saying they were destroyed. To help illustrate the matter, she makes a helpful conversion analogy by moving her mouth as if she were chewing on, presumably, a ship and she were colapsing exotic matter.
The librarian offers back two of Tasha's gold sticks. "Thank you for that information," it says.
"You welcome!" The gold sticks and retreived -- or rather snatched -- back, with Tasha taking a moment to peer at them with a big grin before stuffing them away. "All done then! Bye, ProgKitty." Knowing Titanians aren't much for elaborate -- or polite -- departures, the hybrid simply turns and walks off towards the exit. She considers meeting up with Neesa, but decides to leave and check on her as she goes. Instead, she'll wait for Neesa outside unless there's a problem.
A moment later the Karnor woman follows. "I miss my robes," she complains. "I was eavesdropping.. did it seem odd the way the librarian-thing kept saying 'Titanian gold' as if there different kinds of gold?"
"Might be. Could have something unique to it, like core of another material or hybridized with something else. Exotic." Their departure takes them towards the main drag, then Tasha angles towards the stalls. "Got two bars back, want to buy some things? Souvineers?"
"Or because they have Titanian saliva on them," Neesa suggests. "I wonder what Remy would like? Or Eli or Gabriel for that matter."
"Gabriel likes books. He's very intellectual, and likes aircraft as well. I should really take more time to get to know what he likes besides ... Well! I should," Tasha replies, grinning towards the end and even blushing a little. Now that she's grey, the blush is fairly obvious, a fact she's not yet used to and doesn't think to hide. "Remy has always missed his tools. One of the things that depressed him most was that he would be unable to practice his advanced medicine, so, more medical equipment might be good. Im not sure of his other interests, though. Eli ... Eli will want knowledge of all kinds. He'll have his hands full with what I just bought, but he might enjoy something else like that. I should probably also get something for Katie and Hakeber, too."
"I suppose exotic booze would do fine for Hakeber, from what I know about her," Neesa suggests. "There must be a bookstore somewhere.. they can't have done away with books can they? And this is a questionable port, so I'm sure I can find some interesting medications for Remy to play with."
"Who knows! Everything is so new ... So advanced. Every foot I see something I can't identify or would have though impossible only a year ago. This place is amazing, but I can't take the time to gawk. I'd take it all with me if I could, though." As they filter in to the bizare proper, the faux-Titanian and mock modern Karnor fall in to one of the slow browsing lines that always manifest as patrosn organize themselves in to traffic lanes. "Lets see what we can find. I wonder if they still make motorcycles?"
"Is that like a bicycle?" Neesa asks. "I've seen those on Abaddon and in Chronotopia. I haven't seen any vehicles in Caltrop though except for the fish wagons and.. those.. uh.. bug-things the Eeee ride sometimes. The ones that look like chairs with lots of bug legs.."
"Confederate biotechnology, probably something like the ones that attacked our home. They've got a lot of different kinds, all made for different purposes. They're actually just organic machines, though some have semblances of minds," Tasha explains as they walk along. She keeps looking, looking for things Gabriel, Katie, Hake and Eli might enjoy -- she leaves Remiel's gift to his mate.
"ProgMat Toys, finest quality!" "Debian Bug Juice, fresh squeezed!" "Cabbage! Nice and purple!" "Virtual Ecstasy! Simple surgery and then a lifetime of bliss!" "Watches! Quality mimics with femtosecond accuracy!" The merchandise is different, but the hawking is all too familiar.
"It's nice to see something that's so like home. After alien aliens, new universes and first contacts, hawking is really soothing, don't you think?" Tasha already has a few ProgMat toys, and produce she can get back on Sinai. The rest doesn't interest her, until she hears of surgery. "He said something about surgery, is that of any interest to you, Neesa?"
"Surgery in a bazaar stall?" Neesa replies. "We could look."
"Hokay. Might be fun to browse surgery instead of desperately needing it, for once," goes the hybrid, who approaches the booth with her friend. "Hi," she gruffs in her usual Titanian voice, then she points at the hawked product and asks, "What that?"
The Eeee saleswoman smiles without showing her teeth, and says, "Ah, you are interested in the latest in personal experiences - the Tasp 300!" She produces a sealed transparent package that has a silver, stud-like button with a long tail. "Based on Khattan neurowire technology, the Tasp 300 seeks out the user's pleasure center on installation. After that, you can administer a slight trickle of current to create a mild, pleasant sensation or turn things up to generate non-stop orgasmic stimulation! The number one preferred method of suicide in the galaxy!"
"Oh, like simple Khattan neural BCI array with penetration in to pleasure center instead of broader center," Tasha remarks as she leans in to get a look, rubbing her nose. "Not see one focus on certain area. It like drug, but more so-fist-eee-cated, Nee-sa. Manipulate brain to create sensation of pleasure. Think he like? Don't let him use though -- steal your man."
"I'm not sure he'd like it," Neesa admits. "How do you install it though?"
"Cranial surgery. Wire then programmed to find center, then probably burn-in to avoid misuse," the faux-Titanian answers. "Have same thing, but much better."
The Eeee puts the package away, and brings out a very large looking pistol. "Laser drill! Can make the hole anywhere for discretion."
"Or laser drill," the younger of the two woman admits. "Not very safe. Interesting, though! Kind of want drill."
"We also have the Pleasure Crab," the Eeee offers, holding up a cage with a horrific insect creature in it. "Dumps dopamine into your blood, only drinks a little bit of it. Comes in different colors. Deluxe version can remember phrases!"
"Might be good for surgery, not need access to as many chemicals, produce its own," Tasha suggests to her friend.
"Do you have any anaesthetic aids?" Neesa asks the vendor.
"Maybe anasthetic crab?" Inquires the scruffier woman.
"Ah.. no, not anything that can be classified as medical, sorry," the Eeee notes. "My cousin sells ProgMat marital aids though, if that helps?"
Tasha cocks her head to the side, scratching at her right ear. "Any booth with medical supplies around here?"
"Probably, but would you really trust medical stuff bought from a booth?" the Eeee asks.
"Yah mebbe not. Thanks anyway," goes Tasha, who leans back and nudges Neesa before walking off. As they depart, she notes, "Well, we tried! Many more booths to search. We can keep going, until the Mauler calls us back." True to her word, the hybrid continues the search with her friend in tow.
After many more hours of looking around, a few things did stand out. Neesa found a box of sealed first-aid medications that were easily coded for different species and came in breakable capsules for inhalation. Tasha found a very old leather-bound book that was the journal of an asteroid miner - and a box of exotic 'cigars' and a collection of tiny bottles of liquors she'd never heard of, but which the boxes claimed was safe for Karnors, Silent-Ones, Humans, Vartans and Eeee (but not for Korvs, Khattas, Vykarin or Nagas). One final thing was a 'science toy' - a tablet covered in nano-fingers(?) for nano-assembly of structures. Eli could probably find a use for it.
With her gift bag full and gold pouch empty, Tasha makes her way back towards the Dainty Mauler as the two prepare to leave the station for what could be several weeks, or even longer in the case of the Mage. "Now, just to get back to the ship and head home. I think we've done well, don't you? This was really just supposed to be a chance for me to do some research and get my confidence back, but I really feel like I've found myself again. Away from home, doing things on my own ... Well," the hybrid glances at her companion, "mostly on my own and also with a smartass mage," she notes with a grin, "we were able to accomplish a lot. We've seen so much! I almost hate to go home, but I do miss it. How about you?" The tunnel to the docking area fast approaches.
"I got very high marks in Advanced Smartassness," Neesa admits. "I'll be happy to get back to normal life, where the magic is something I can understand and doesn't involve aquatic mammals."
"I can't say my life back home is normal, but at least it's more normal. It feels a little closer to what I remember, and I think I've had enough of new horizons -- at least for a little while. Come on, lets get on the ship. You can make fun of my attempts look normal, too!" Tails wagging, the two board the Dainty Mauler.
For the trip home, Tasha mainly concerns herself with trying to return to her old look. This turns out to be more difficult than she anticipated, and requires a lot of time with the spinner and comparisons to pictures of herself. In the end, she gets as close to she can to her original color but admits, "It's probably not quite right." Likewise, both her hair and teeth prove to trouble: She cuts her hair to a short style and declares it the best she can do, and her fake Titanian teeth resist all efforts to come off, leaving her to puzzle over what to do about them without yanking her whole tooth out.
Aside from that, weapons and tools are returned: Tasha gives up her space armor and vows to make a newer, better version. The atomic blaster is also returned, Tasha admitting she's not ready for something like it and, "will be when she can make her own." The halitool is kept, the young Vartan having become attached to her very first self-made weapon and tool. The rest is left to packing and report making, which take a lot of time, if not effort.
When Sheol appears through the portholes, the two women know they're about to land. And Bumper shows up to escort them, as well. "Come see us again after meet with Yam God," the elder Titanian reminds Tasha, as they breath the air of Abaddon once more.
"I would anyway. Thank you, Bumper! I learned a lot from you," Tasha tells the elder Titanian, walking over to try and give her a hug whether she wants one or not.
"Of course, I the best," Bumper claims after the hug. The landing pad is empty (since nobody sticks around when the Mauler is actually landing or taking off, for obvious reasons), but there are a few vehicles approaching - at least one them eager to get the landing fee or whatever, if anyone is brave enough to charge the Titanians.
"You owe me a drinking rematch too. I will beat you some day!" Tasha steps back and waggles a finger at her elder, then grins. "You are the best. Give the Captain my regards, and Blammo, Old Ma, Grillfang and Scuttle, too. Oh, and remind Scuttle, "Comes off easily," means not yanking teeth out!" Reaching up, the young woman taps her still oversized, Titanian style fake canine teeth before shaking her head. "See you soon." Then she turns, picks up her halitool from where it's leaning against the ship's interior, and walks off the ramp with her duffle bag hanging from her shouldered weapon.
"Are you going to see Remy about the teeth before you try to kiss Gabriel?" Neesa asks. "If you plan to, you'd better be quick before I drag him off."
"You two have fun. If I keep them a little while longer, it'll surprise Gabriel and that'll make some things easier. He and I need to have a little talk," Tasha admits as the two walk along.
"You aren't going to hurt him, are you?" Neesa asks, sounding serious.
Tasha blinks at this, turning to Neesa. "Hurt him?" She asks. "What do you think I plan to do?"
"Well, I don't know what you mean by 'a little talk' - you're still staying with him, right?" the Karnor asks, as a noisy Kampfengruppe vehicle rumbles past.
"Well, of course. I just, well, I realized some things on this trip: I realized that if we keep going like this, it's going to fall apart. You don't know how I was living before, do you Neesa? Well, I grew up on a ship, without a father. So, well, the Captain was the highest authority in my little world, and, um, well ... Also a lot like my father. But he didn't like me, at least not at first. So I spent most of my life trying to live up to two fathers who rejected me, and who were also my captain. Sound familiar?" Tasha tilts her head, watching the Kampfengruppe vehicle rumble past with some interest before she returns her attention to Neesa. "Anyway, I'm afraid that's what happening to Gabriel and I. Like it or not, he's becoming that man, the psuedo-father I can never impress enough. I can't trust him anymore, because if I show any weakness, then I seem incompetent. And then I feel like a failure, you see? Soooo, so ... I was thinking of talking to him about it. Maybe even resign, so w
we can be like we were. I know now, I can find my own way if I have to and I want us to be together. I want to be like we were."
"You do realize that Gabriel was a Military captain, not a civilian one?" Neesa asks. "That's an entirely different life, and more importantly one where 'professional' and 'personal' really are separate. My parents were in the Temple guard, and my mother had seniority over my father. They still got along just fine off duty, but where very different when on the job with each other. Because the military is all about chain of command and distancing yourself."
"Um, I didn't say it was his problem. It's mine," Tasha admits, giving an embarassed shrug as the continue towards the train depot. "I'm not a military person, and I know I have issues. That's why I'm willing to give up my post for this, because I know it's my fault. If aything, Gabriel has been wonderful to me. He's always there, he always understands. I'm the one who is the problem." After a long sigh, bite of her lip, the younger woman shakes her head. "I can't stand it. It can't stand hurting him, and I can't stand me. Did you know I tried to get him to leave me? It didn't work. I didn't want it too, but I still feel awful. I cheated on him with Katie, because I wanted someone to run away to. I can't handle him being my superior and my mate, and on top of that he's older than me, so ... So that's it. I don't know what else to do."
"What if he says no?" Neesa then asks, one eyebrow raised.
"Um," goes Tasha, ears flattening out. "He will, won't he?" She frowns like a sabertooth with depression, then offers, "Maybe there's another way? This is my first real relationship, I don't know how to handle problems like this. Before, I'd have just moved on."
"You aren't that person anymore," Neesa points out. Then she asks, "Has Gabriel actually ever.. given you an order? Or told you do anything as your commanding officer?"
"Well, he'll take charge if I fail," Tasha notes as the depot looms in to view. "When Nora and I had a fight, he confined me to quarters and took command. Then he lectured me, then he looked hurt. I hated myself for that. Other than that, he doesn't tell me what to do, he just ... He's there when I fail. He takes over, then I usually have to hear about it or see his mix of concern and disappointment. They probably sent you to look after me, after how badly I handled my recovery."
"I suggested it to Remy," Neesa admits. "I was the only one who could go with you, really, and the Old Guard Karnors don't trust the Titanians, after all. Plus, you tend to have weird dreams, and I wanted to be on hand in case it happened again."
"Is that it?" Tasha's ears flatten and she gives the other woman an apologetic smile. "Well, in that case, I'm sorry. I guess I just assumed they sent you with me bcause 'Tasha can't handle herself.' Maybe I'm the one that can't handle me?"
"You think they thought I could handle you?" Neesa asks with a grin. "Me? I'm a Mage that works with Dreams. I shouldn't be able to handle reality at all. So if I can handle dolphins and weird goddesses and pervy artists and casual mass murder you should be able to handle an inferiority complex."
As they talk, the pair approach the depot service counter, with Tasha pausing and turning towards her friend. "I guess you're right," she says with a smile. "Maybe I'm just trying to run away, all over again. I'll tell Gabriel, but I won't suggest resigning Anyway, let me get us some tickets."
Turning, Tasha walks up to the counter and digs out her PHTO ID card, then gruffs, "Tickets. Two!" In her best fake Titanian, grinning lopsidedly.
"Where to?" the human girl inside the booth asks. Her hair is blue and pink.
"Pit of Himaar. I'm Cadet Argentine, of the Joint Expeditionary Force. There should be an account for us on record, handled by the PHTO," Tasha answers, then takes a moment to roll her shoulder to shake off the stiffness of resting her halitool and bags all against one spot.
The girl has to flip through a binder to find the reference, then look at Tasha again. Can't be too many winged Karnors, after all. She then punches some tickets. "You'll need to hold on to these through the transfers," she explains as she passes the metal tickets through the slot. "The train will be leaving in two hours."
"I should check in with my boss then," Neesa notes, thumbing back towards Camp Caroban. "Come with me, I'm sure the Chaos Mages have a still set up by now."
"We will, thank you!" The girl gets a smile, then Tasha walks back to her friend and gives her her ticket. "Hokay, lead on dear Neesa. Oh: And thanks for saving me from my drinking contest," she says as she follows after.
"Saving you?" Neesa asks with a grin. "I'd have bet against you if I'd known about it! I just dealt with your hangover. This time I expect you to carry me to the train.."
"Can do! I give the best flights," Tasha says, then slings an arm around Neesa's shoulders and grins at her. "I wasn't sure about you, but now I am: I'm glad we were able to become friends, Neesa." She then grins a little wider, which ends up being toothier now that she can't actually stop being tooth on any level. "Now lets go make me regret it by visiting you magic friends."