Behind his brother, Silic grinned at the though of catching up to Thirteen and fighting. "I'll take you up on that offer as well." The pair knew Vera was right, however, as they felt their father approaching rapidly. Smothering their power down, the brothers knew they'd been caught. Still, the pair lifted off to try and salvage the situation, and waved their goodbyes to Vera. "We'll see you around, Vera." Sodius led the way, followed by his brother, flying to meet their father, who had stopped once he was close enough to sense them once again. Coming face to face with their father, it was clear the Namekian was upset. Glass cleared his throat, glancing between his two sons. "What exactly is going on? I go to train, and I wake up to find Popo used a senzu bean to wake me up, my sons gone with the android.. You have some explaining to do." Silic was the first to float forward, his eyes narrowed at his father. "We were gathering information on the android, father. She offered to show us a technique of hers, and we decided that it would be worth it to see. It was, by the way." "And she also implied she knows older techniques, maybe a lot of them." Sodius didn't seem to want to meet his father's eyes, but did so anyway. "And her name's Vera. I don't think she's as bad as you think." Staring at his two kin, Glass sighed and dropped his head into his hand. "It's not that I think she's bad, Sodius. She's dangerous, and she hasn't earned our trust yet. You both could have died in an ambush, she's years ahead of you!" "That shouldn't matter, we got some information and neither of us got hurt. Isn't that enough for you?" Silic's eyes betrayed him, the fire behind them burning in a smoldering anger. "I had a feeling in my gut, and I went with it. Trust us a little!" Glass just floated backwards, unsure of what to say. Turning away from them both, he began to float forward and towards their home. "I'll try. Let's go home, you both can use the Pendulum Room. I need to train." Silence pervaded as the trio made their way back to the Lookout, an awkward tension that couldn't seem to be dispelled.