Lataniva stood silent, listening to the words of the others. Hadrain Saul, the chef. Sasha, the medic. She knew she needed roughly the same nutrients as a human, and didn’t in particular have any medical conditions or she wouldn’t have been here in the first place. As such, there was no need to speak out. Vavnr Samn, a Kzargett. Very well. She stood and listened to Hadrain and Vavnr’s conversation. Those seemed to have hit off. Maybe there was a chance of good teamwork in this group despite how the captain and mushroom had interacted.

And then, they were going to be late. That wasn’t an issue. With the gathered group practically in chains, they had done their waiting already. But…

[indent]‘Do we have a lie prepared of how we all met, where we gathered and what our purpose is? Should research be done, what will be our last known locations? That a team of such diverse backgrounds suddenly all gathered on one ship might seem… unnatural, if we can’t explain it if we’d ever need to. Like, did this man recruit us?’[/indent]She asked, gesturing to Stryker. She knew they’d have to lie. It was likely death was preferred to being captured. Oh, and now that she had opened her mouth, anyway…

[indent]‘For any of you who do not know. I am Lataniva Allvert. In addition of being granted the gifts of psionics, I read and manipulate minds. If we want to extract a secret code or want a high-profile politician to murder his family or something. Might not have the intended effect if they know I’m on the crew.’[/indent]She shrugged briefly, giving a suggestion.

[indent]‘Oh, and feel free to kill any other Dalentians we might see. I won’t be offended. We’re rare, but it would be terrible if one were to read one of our minds.’[/indent]Lataniva delivered her warning with a tiny smile. Highly improbable, given how few Dalentians existed in the universe at large, but the possibility existed.