Freyr looked down at her hands briefly when the Doctor mentioned a sensory uplink, but couldn’t spot anything attached to her. She looked back up at them. “Thank you. I will get up soon and see how I feel.” She looked back to Vreta, trying to process what he was saying.

“Terrorists? But…who-” Her fuzzy brain suddenly etched a portrait of the [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/6db1c918-480c-4c6a-b493-99d392fd5afe.jpg]man[/url] who’d apprehended them on the bridge, on their way to the Cradle those weeks ago. His lips moved: “You have the power to stop this, before it's too late.” The tattoo of a scythe under his eye wiggled as he smiled, revealing a set of sharpened synthetic teeth. “If you don’t, well…the Guild doesn’t look kindly on traitors.”

“Skinners? Why do they want to kill us? We’re just trying to understand what we’ve gotten ourselves into…” Dr Lang searched Vreta’Sori’s reptilian eyes, as if to find the answer to her question.