[h1][center]Kai’mos Varthus[/center][/h1][hr][hr]
The Ithlo kept a neutral expression as he listened to Teg continue about her fascination with all things that go "boom". Explosives were something Kai's culture knew of, however, very rarely -if ever- employed. Instead warfare for Ithlo had more to do with pure martial combat, a fair fight, and victory through strategy, cold calculations, and a level head that always won in the end. Explosives seemed the cowards way out, and barbaric, to say the least, but it wasn't his place to judge others based on their preferences. Or, in the human women's case, an unnatural affinity for weapons of mass destruction. 

While Teg was a loose cannon, her saving grace, as far as Kai was concerned, was a heart for the cause nonetheless. Under the flesh and blood, the facade she put up for everyone around her, there was good within.

At least, he hoped there was.

Moments later, with the captain hailing over the comms, the ship jerked and jolted from what could have been another burst in the engine room but…[i]no[/i], it was different. Kai steadied himself as best he could, steadying Teg as she passed by, unaware that she would once again grab his hand and pull him in tow as they headed back to the main corridor. They stopped in front of the Medbay, as Teg essentially bid her running partner a goodbye.

This type of behavior, especially from a lady, was something Kai hadn’t been used to. While gender wasn't an issue within his culture, Female Ithlo carried themselves with a certain degree of esteem and honor. But Teg, she seemed to do and say whatever had come to mind regardless of the outcome. It was different, somewhat aggravating, but mostly intriguing. Almost liberating. 

“You fascinate me.” He whispered, watching the human girl hustle back down the corridor toward the main battery.