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I honestly think it would be best for me to step out of the game at this point. Having run it by a friend I'm fairly convinced I know why Jazz has decided to run the Pregen as a 'Goody Goody' character that refuses to participate in the first combat. And while they didn't spoil exactly why or what's going on for me, I'm under the impression he's metagaming for something in the adventure.

The fact that his decisions will continue to direct and influence how the game will play out will decrease my enjoyment. And my irritation at the situation will decrease my enjoyment more, while also decreasing everyone else's enjoyment of the game. And whatever my opinions are, this is suppose to be a nice, fun, distracting hobby for everyone.

But it's a big world with a lot of players and not everybody is going to mesh well at a table together and being stuck at home going stir crazy on the weekends doesn't help either. Jazz and I don't, and I escalated the situation first so I'm going to step out.

I apologize for causing discord in the game, and I hope you all have a better rest of Outpost 3 and enjoy the adventure.

The conflict is both in and out of character. Out of character you're clearly avoiding participating and it's frustrating because it very much seems like you want us to just carry you through this scenario.

In character, you're clearly doing nothing useful and my character sees you as a liability that's going to get people hurt.

As far as your last excuse, Please reread the posts other people are making IC. Doc has telepathy, she has been using it to communicate both audibly and through the minds to the rest of the party. Jazz being deaf is immaterial.

Yes, if you were paying attention you'd know it has been suggested to HAVE to stand at one of the corners of the room. And I am actively checking there on my turn. Because I am being useful.

Knowledge check for starters. You could have cast something on any other round and been proactive before now.

Or you know, check one of the places we know it has to be, and roll an actual perception check. Instead of muddling through the center where it isn't and hoping to physically bump into it.

Sasha, on a completely opposite note I agree entirely with Benoit. I'm enjoying how you're running the scenario and presenting the thematic aspects. I wanted to play this with this character specifically for those and how they relate to Kemple here.

In combat so far your tactics have not passed beyond cower, cover your head, and scream "Don't hurt the puppies!" While we're in the shadow plane, in the mobile temple to an evil god whose's leader is attempting to test us to see if we're competent enough to be his allies in dealing with a mutual foe. You're not exactly demonstrating any form of competence, so why would my character ICly want you even on this mission. Why would your character even be on this mission?

You have not dealt ANY damage. The only offensive action you've taken the entire combat was an AoO on a pregen not designed to AoO, whom you intentionally reduced the chance to hit on to the point you we almost never going to hit on, only to do inconsequential damage on creatures obviously healing. And the creatures have been repeatedly revealed and pointed out to you, even when not present. Everyone else has managed to attack them.

And your logic of "This combat isn't worth me using resources" because it's the first fight and the monsters aren't monstery enough is, pardon me, a pretty crappy rationale. If we applied that to the whole party, fine we all die because no one thinks this fight is worth expending anything.

And by token of refusing to participate, the rest of the party is burning more of their resources, potentially ones that don't magically replenish and cost credits because we aren't on pregens.

So far you're either forcing us to carry you, or because you're on a pregen showing general disregard for the fact the rest of us have characters that could die on this mission.

"The other one is going to be in a corner. It has no choice." She plugs into the minds of the other starfinders while also speaking outloud. "If anyone who has proven to be just a liability so far would like to be usefl..." She gives a meaningful look to Jazz as he continues to bumble about doing nothing. "Perhaps they could use all the good looks they've gotten at these things to see if they recognize one and could tell us how to make them stay down."

At the same time she flicks on her flashlight and points it towards the northwestern corner to get more of the rest of the room in light. "Hit it again Benoit, hopefully it will stay down long enough for some information to come our way."

Standard to turn on my flashlight and point it at the northwestern corner. Move action to check that corner as a search to see if red is there. If it is, she'll point it out.

Percetion: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (3) + 20 = 23

Jazz, I generally don't like to question people's play. But you've done absolutely nothing in this combat and I'm confused as to why you continue to refuse to participate.

Could you at least try to knowledge check these things so we can figure out how to keep them from getting back up again?

In character, honestly I'm not sure Doc Kemple is going to be willing to continue this mission with Jazz along, as they're presenting themselves as a massive liability.

Doc points a hand at Red and calls out aloud and in everyone's mind where it is. Then she focuses her own mind on it and tries to force a suggestion into it. "Go sniff Biter's butt... and keep sniffing it, even if you have to run away and come right back to sniff it again."

Standard to cast Suggestion DC 20, if it fails do above and it won't remember the spell. If it passes it taks -1 atk/ac/skills for a round.

Doc will point at the one she hasn't suggested (I believe the blue one?) and then crook her finger in a 'come hither' motion while speaking those exact words into its five-legged cat brain.

"This thing got back up. Someone needs to figure out how to make sure it doesn't do that again.' She moved to the far side of the room.

Standard to cast Command: Approach DC 18 Will Save, fail and it must move to Doc Kemple. If it passes -1 atk/ac/skills for 1 round. Let's see if we can trigger all these reactions!

Approach: The target moves toward you as quickly and directly as possible for 1 round, taking no other actions and triggering reactions (such as attacks of opportunity) for this movement as normal.

"One is near Biter and the door, the one that was suppose to be down. The one that's suppose to just be running and not attacking is in the northeast corner, but it will stay there as long as no one goes near it... I hope. It's doing weird things with my suggestion." She points her fingers in both appropriate directions before giving the blue one a glare.

Standard to cast Command Halt on Blue since it's up and moving again. DC 18 Will save or be dazed. Success means -1 atk/ac/skills for 1 round

Doc Kemple will move to the northwest corner of the room and put her hands on her hips. "Okay Silent Strike. One of your... things is smashed into the ground, and the other is spooked for the next 9 hours? Have we passed your test or not?" Even as she says it she starts scanning the room near her for where the cat-thing ran off to, ready to point it out for her allies.

Searching the top left corner of the room, I can do a 10x10 square as a standard action. Just trying to perceive it.

Perception: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (20) + 20 = 40

Oh right, Boons!

Ally: Collector and Examiner
Faction: Dataphiles Champion
Personal: None
Social: Steadfast Protector
Slotless: Lots, Drat that Rat! might matter

Also, sorry if that creature starts running all over, guys. Suggestion requires the command to at least sound reasonable, and anything obviously harmless makes the effect fail. Stand there and take it is obviously harmful. So at least now it has to run from us for... 9 hours. >.>

Doc K will see the abuse the blue creature is taking from Benoit and his little robot friend and decide that creature is well in hand. With her hearing back... Mostly back, that was a rather interesting silent picture fight flashing over around the blue one... she's aware of the struggle still happening between Spanner and the red one.

She points her finger at it to make it clear to the party who she's interacting with, then speaks both out-loud and in it's mind. "Go in a corner and sit there for 9 hours like a good cat. If anyone comes, run away to a new corner and continue sitting." Then she pulls out her flashlight.

Move to draw the flashlight. Standard to cast Suggestion (DC 20 Will save) on Red to do what Kemple said. If it fails it doesn't remember having the spell cast on it. If it succeeds on the save -1 atk/ac/skill checks for 1 round.

Doc will find herself suddenly deaf, her ears twitching as if the whole experience is uncomfortable as she pauses a moment to tap the side of her environmental helmet. "Well... that didn't help." She muttered to the silence before stepping away from the front line. She'll give the creatures a good look, trying to see if she knew what they were before staring harder at the one Benoit was facing off against.

She pointed a finger at it and activated her telepathy. With considerable mental force she'd declare into it's brain HALT!

Move action to her new location. Standard to cast Command (Halt) DC 18 on Blue. If it fails it's dazed and can't act for 1 round and will have no memory of being affected by a spell. If it succeeds it takes -1 to AC/Atk/Skills for 1 round instead.

I only have Mysticism and no life science, so if it's a life science roll please ignore this knowledge check!

Mysticism: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (1) + 19 = 20

Doc, not wanting to make herself more of a target, nor give away any tactical information if these creatures are smart, starts speaking in her teammate's minds.

One 40ft dead ahead Spanner, Reynold! Northwest corner for other!

Kemple takes a look around as they begin to follow after Biter.

Perception: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (8) + 20 = 28 +4 if this is searching

Her nose twitches as she takes note of the statue, and then she uses her magically provided telepathy to repeat what Biter is whispering along to the rest of the group without giving away that she heard the little prayer.

At the bottom of the well she spends some time considering the experience of the well, her feet shifting just a bit now that they're on solid ground. "Interesting and more interesting, I have to say." Her eyes focus on the altar and she's approached it even before Biter has made his latest appearance. When Spanner speaks one of her ears twitches before she glances his way.

"Well... now you're just being paranoid. Smart!" She reaches out to snuff one of the candle flames herself.

Kemple and all set to dive into the shadow plane!

Culture (Priest of Lao Shu Po): 1d20 + 19 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 19 + 5 = 37
Mysticism(Library Chip, Priest of Lao Shu Po): 1d20 + 19 + 4 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 19 + 4 + 5 = 41

Everyone can read everything under the spoilers!

Doc will gladly give the entire party a wealth of information on both the shadow plane and Lao Shu Po, as well as what she's heard about Silent Strike. To Benoit she tilts her head just so and raises an eyebrow. "Oh, you're being dramatic. We just need to play the game our way while playing it Silent Strike's way. They promised we'd live, and we'd only die anyways if we went in unprepared... or incompetent. You could argue that we'd deserve it in that case."

She pulls a flashlight out from one of her pouches and flicks it on and off several times. "Look here. Even something as simple as this will scare of shadow creatures..." She paused just a hair and when she spoke again there was a slightly ominous tone to it. "Have a little faith."

"Mmmm, my suspicions stand. I'll do my best to avoid any additional mental trauma for you."

She nods along to Biter's description of things. "So we should survive." And she looks at the others as she continues to speak. "But we're also allowed to win however we want. There's no such thing as cheating since the game is just to win. Any way we can get through the tests, even if they aren't expecting it, is fine as long as we come out on top at the other side. That works in our favor, but means the challenges might be more difficult."
She pauses for a moment, then decides to say one more thing.
"And we still want to try and meet their expectations, of course."

"Silent Strike... the Executioners' Nest is a station? Ship?"

Is there anything we might know about Silent or the Executioner? Knowledge checks?

Doc Kemple arched her brow slightly at the description of Lao Shu Po worshipers the First Seeker gave, but didn't offer a comment on it. Instead, she glanced at the others. "He seems a bit surly, it might be clouding his memory a little, or he complained about being old. It could be memory loss."

Then she'd turn her attention to back to Biter. "Though my dwarf friend -does- have a good point buried in there. You told us you have a master, and that he's on the shadow plane. But you didn't give us his name, or the name of exactly where we're going. Would you kindly do that now?"

She would look up from her reading and pull down her glasses to look at him more fully. Glasses she didn't really need. They were just to help with the image so people would listen to her more, but that she took care not to scratch all the same.

Her nose twitched once or twice. "Truthfully, those are the classic symptoms of harabregan. Or being hare-brained yourself. I'm sorry, but I think you might be the perfect fit for the mission. Your best bet is to just be grumpy about it and complain the whole time. Squeaky wheel and all that." She grinned... just a little.

Doc is quite used to grumpy Vesk. Half of her missions see her riding around on the shoulders of one and giving him advice when she was fairly certain he was the one who was suppose to be teaching her a thing or two. Oh well, Thresker's attitude didn't stop her from dropping into the copilot's seat where she pulled out a small datapad.

She seemed quite content to read to herself or rummage through her gear and supplies unless approached. This didn't stop her from eyeing up Dyukela, Jazz, or Benoit now and again just to try and get the measure of the rest of her team.

We reflavor the pregens pretty regularly locally if we have to pull them out just for funsies. Just as Jazz notes they won't have any mechanical changes to maintain consistency.

Doc Kemple had been busy Doccing, or more precisely documenting everything she'd done before lunch at the Starfinder hospital located at the Lorespire complex. It always felt more like busywork than anything productive, but it had to be done. It also meant she wasn't particularly opposed to any sort of distraction from the task at hand, so when her comm unit buzzed she didn't hesitate to pause her work and check the message.

She twisted the device around as if expecting to find something more on the other side, then sighed. "I always like it better when we can just meet here. Oh well, hope they arranged some transport." She wiggled herself down from her desk chair and headed for the door after gathering up her things. She'd have to let the others know she'd be gone... for some sort of time, but it would be fine as everyone was used to people disappearing on assignments for days or months. Then a stop home to gear up, a quick message her to friend that she'd be gone and would miss bar night, then off to the docks.

Player Name: Suede
Character Name: Doc Kemple
Character Number: 104845-704
Faction: Dataphiles
Day Job Roll: None

As I mentioned before, the character is a Lao Shu Po priest themed character, however that may come into play.

They are an overlord mystic. This means I can cast charm monster with RP, and the following two effects with my spells:

1.) When one of your mind-affecting charm or compulsion spells or spell-like abilities ends, the target loses all memory that it was magically controlled or influenced. That creature still remembers the actions it took, but may be confused by them.

2.) When a creature succeeds at a saving throw against one of your mind-affecting charm or compulsion spells or spell-like abilities and negates the effect, it takes a –1 penalty to AC, attack rolls, and skill checks until the beginning of your next turn. This is a mind-affecting effect.

Aaaand, I have eagle eyes augmentations, so I can fully search a 10x10 square in 1 round.

Hey GM Sasha. Checking in!

I've read the blurb for this and it sounds relevant to let you know my character is a Priest Theme for Lao Shu Po.

The Theme Bonuses are as follows and could likely come into play.

"All this hate for red-eyed, white furred Ysoki gets me a bit... nervous. Heh."

Did the black goblin take a mind thrust when he came into Kemple's view last turn?

Kemple watches the blaster fire pass by Grinds and takes advantage of her safe space towards the rear of the party to drop low to the ground, one hand holding her spectacles in place. "Tedium more than trouble. I'm not a particular fan of goblins, but they seem to be distracted from Rora now." Her eyes glow a violent purple once again as she flings another strike of mental energy into the black goblin's mind, such as it is.

Mind thrusting Black again as a standard, and she'll drop prone as well to make herself less a target.

Mind Thrust DC 15 Will for half: 2d10 ⇒ (2, 7) = 9

"How do you know they're goblins, Rora? I can't see a thing except for mist and Grind's back." Doc calls forward to her fellow Ysoki, but then wanders across the bridge towards where all the sounds of activity are. As she goes her eyes will begin to glow a hazy purple as she readies herself to shunt a burst of pure mental energy into the first creature she sees.

Moving to new location. Ready action to Mind Thrust the first enemy she sees that looks like it has a brain, so basically anything not a robot.

Mind Thrust DC 15 for half: 2d10 ⇒ (9, 6) = 15

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24

Doc has little reason to expect something untoward, so she merely keeps her gear at the ready and her space suit properly sealed as she follows after the rest of the group. "I'm not familiar with mechanical fluids or mists. Just don't breath it in and we can patch up whatever pipe is leaking."

Doc isn't able to act!

Doc mutters a thanks to Pytho as the android drags her out of the lubricant. There's some despondent mutters from her about the state of her fur and how heavy all of her clothing now feel, but she mostly keeps it under her breath even while Lynn is helping clean up. "I don't know... serves me right for trying to climb through a room full of lubricants and expecting to not slip. Maybe it'll make me glossy." She shakes off her arms several times. "Thanks Lynn, soap or not I still feel a bit less gross."

When the cameras focus on her she stares at them a moment and runs a hand through the fur on top of her head, causing more lubricant to splatter behind her. [b]"I'm holding the audience responsible for this, though. We should have moved the rock." [b]The little, greasy ysoki then follows after the others, occasionally having her feet try to slip right out from underneath her as she leaves behind oily footprints. She weebles and wobbles, but never quite falls down. It's still utterly embarrassing.

Television sucks.

Doc will take 10 to give herself a 12, so she can't fail acrobatics checks.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13

Athletics?: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (4) - 1 = 3

The Doc may not have thought of it herself, but she can't argue with the effectiveness of Lynn's token strategy. However, she doesn't get the chance to try it on the other side as she slips off the edge of the cave wall and likely takes a rather loud dunk into the lubricant. The poor, little Ysoki yelps in surprise as she goes and flails about trying to grasp onto the nearest limb of a larger Starfinder.

"I'm inclined to agree with Rora. We have a pair of fit, larger folk here. And we can't be certain exactly what that liquid is, I don't recommend risking it unless we fail to move the boulder." She peers down into the fissure herself and wrinkles her nose before looking back up at the vial Pytho has collected. No, that wasn't appealing at all.

She glances at the camera crew, then the poll... then grits her teeth and sighs, may as well manipulate it if they can. With some forced effort and bad acting the little Ysoki gives the cameras a look and mutters just loud enough. "Besides, who doesn't want to see a couple of strapping men flex their muscles tossing around something heavy? I mean, right?" She laughs nervously, and thanks her fur from hiding any change in skin color.

Bluff: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20

"My memory isn't perfect, but I don't think androids are part of a healthy Haan diet, Grinds-to-Dust. But definitely think the same, I doubt it's orcs. And if it is, they might be similar to these dwarves." Doc remarks while following after Grinds on the trail of Ylga towards the temple. She doesn't show much urgency, but she's fairly convinced there's no real emergency... or dwarves.

"This is definitely one of the stranger experiences I've had in the last few years." She gives the cameras a glance, then does her best to ignore them while Pytho plays announcer.

"I ran a few missions in places where the language was useful before I got out of my old job." Doc nods her head towards Pythos, then turns her focus back to the dwarves in front of her. She becomes momentarily distracted both by Grinds being... well very much his impressive self, and then Rora's smoulder is just smouldering and hard to ignore in its own way.

She coughs and adjusts her glasses while thinking for a moment on how to broach this. After translating for the party of Lynn hasn't already, She opts for blunt.

Or a robot of some sort, but she doesn't mention that out loud.

Doc Kemple blinks and looks in Pythos's direction as the dwarves respond. She seems to be eyeing him up and reassessing the slightly awkward android.

Then she turns her attention onto the bizarrely behaving dwarves, trying to communicate with them. She adjusts the front of her outfit and extends her hand again, this time in a more standard greeting.

She pauses to consider their weapons, and their archaic nature. "I think something is certainly fishy, Lynn. But let's play along and see what we can learn. They look like they came out of a history book." Then she looks back at the dwarves and spreads her hands to encompass them.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22

"Hmm, hmm." Doc will peek out from behind the safety of the others as they attempt to greet the dwarves. Then peer around further when Lynn starts translating for them, at least partially. "I... well not charades, but I might be able to help if they can't speak common."

The little Ysoki will toddle between the legs of the larger party members and approach the dwarf in the lead. She mutters to herself about hoping she doesn't get a dwarven fist to her face for all of this, then as she gets close she'll point one finger at herself. "Kemple." Then hold out a hand to greet the dwarf with a shake. "Hello."

If the dwarf takes the doc's hand, then Kemple will activate her mind link to communicate with it. She'll shunt the imagery and emotions to the dwarf to let it know that they're explorers trying to discover what this place is and see if there are any exceptional finds, who the camera crew are as financiers, and about their battle with the explosion inducing goblins.

She'll also toss in an apology that none of them can speak dwarven, but one of the group can at least use magic to understand it.

Kemple will use her Mind Link Spell-like ability.

She seems pleased with the fact the body is being carted off, useful for research and such things. Not really her specialty, but the lab rats seemed to like it went you sent them things like that over gift cards for the holidays. "Well, you go on ahead and check it for anything suspicious. Do keep in mind we have reason to believe there was a vesk other than our own wandering around down here." Doc will follow after, giving the fungus and explosive impacts cursory glances while trying not to get too close in case of spore.
"You would think they'd have cameras that could operate with decreased levels of lighting."

General Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23

While the cameras are on Pythos Doc will examine the weird creature with Lynn, and after some consideration and prodding with a pair of tongs from one of her kits she nods. "I think we should keep it. I wonder if I can convice Grinds or Verus to carry it back to the ship for me... or... some of the crew." She gets an idea in her head and wanders off to one of the less preoccupied film crew.

"Excuse me, since you have all this gear and means to transport it, could you toss this creature's corpse in with it all for me? I have an associate who would be interested in examining it." She'll adjust her glasses and then give the undead a friendly pat on the knee before wandering off with a thanks.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22 Taking the corpse for my Faction's Friend boon. I'll need to know the creature type to apply the bonus.

When the group reaches the wall of wreckage she eyes it dubiously. Then frowns further when Lyyn and Grinds climb it as if it wasn't there. She gives the now famous Pythos a moment of attention. "This isn't really my forte, but we better follow her before she causes trouble." Then the little doctor will manage to skitter her way up the wall, bits of debris being knocked free by her climb.

Climb: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (15) - 1 = 14

The good Doc presses herself against the wall to let Verus and Rora slide past into the fray. She starts to peer around, eyes alight with purple color to fling a second pebble into the room at one of the goblins... only to miss Pythos's approach. One of the android's knees bumps into her arm and knocks her aim off, sending a stone flying off into the distance of the room.

"Well this is not going exactly as I'd hope, personally. But the noise by Grinds sounds more promising." She rubs at the elbow that was struck.

Attacking Green if the others didn't kill it, otherwise Kemple will aim for the Blue Goblin.

Telekinetic Projectile: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Welcome back Psyblade. No reason to apologize, there are things that simply take priority.

I'm still watching this as well!

Kemple scuttles her way between the legs of Dusty and Verus, keeping herself low to the ground and dodging around camera crew. Despite having her pulsecaster out she keeps it down at her side in favor of her much more mundane pile of rocks.

She peers around the wall into the next room and is about to make a comment when Lynn starts singing up a storm, causing the good Doctor to pause and glance back in confusion. She opens her mouth to say something else, shakes her head and just lets out a small grin to herself before looking ahead again.

She takes sight of the goblin proudly standing in the middle of the room and one of the stones in her hand is surrounded by a purple nimbus to match the glow in her eyes. Then it flashes forward right at the little creatures forehead.

Move to new location, standard to cast telekinetic projectile at the center gobling.

TP vs KAC: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 2

I'm going to hold a moment utnil Lynn's question is answered to plan my action as well.

"Oh boy, this is what we're doing?" She wants to slap herself in the face, but resists the urge to instead at least be a little productive in facilitating this charade? Was it a charade or were they serious. One pawed hand draws down the rim of her spectacles so she ccan peer over them, staring at Rora and Lynn. After a breath her eyes begin to glow an intense purple and she mutters to herself the words "Sparkle."

And just like that a patina of red and violet sparkles burst into life behind the pair of showboats, adding a little flair to their display.

Diplomacy aid through pizzazz?: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13

Kemple watches everyone dash off with way too much zeal to be healthly and can't help but smirk as she fixes her glasses and follows after. "Yep, definitely a Starfinder Op." If she had anymore words for Wazasha, she abandons them for the situation at hand. As she reaches the heels of their rather large front line she pulls her pulsecaster out of the holster and pulls a handful of rocks out of her pocket.

"I don't see any goblins, but I see at least one vesk." Being at the back of the party the only vesk she could see is Verus.

Kemple purses her lips and gives Lynn a long look as if struggling to come up with a response to all that was said without actually giving away the hidden discussion. "Um... I don't know if I want them to notice that much... just, to not call me a guy. But thanks." There's some effort put into giving the android a small smile before Verus distracts her. She nearly jumps out of her skin at the sudden Vesk on her heels, having been a bit too focused internally.

"Gah!" He steadies herself on a vesk boot with one hand while pointing further down the path. "They went down that way, just... just be noisier. You surprised me, but I think I'll walk, I don't want to be as close to anything as I think you're going to want to get." She gives Verus's boot a couple pats and then wanders back while he argues with Dusty over who gets to touch the piles of crap, frowning at the Haan's dirty claws. "Please wash your hands before you eat anything, you're going to get a GI infection from that."

Survival DC 14: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (14) + 11 = 25

Kemple is alternating between trying to seem to pleased by Lynn and Rora's praise, scanning the area, and looking down at her comm to follow the tag. Despite her split attention she stops and leans far down to consider the refuse piles. Hey, um... I think someone or something has been here in the last couple of hours. I don't know what, but I would gather there were at least a few of the--" Her eyes flick down to her comm, then widen as her fur bristles. "What's this 'He' stuff!!" She turns to Wazasha, ignoring the Eoxian's questions and instead points an accusing finger at her while trying to maintain some maintain of composure while stuck on galactic television.

"What is wrong with your audience! I'm a girl!" She sniffs and adjusts her glasses before stomping away from the cameras muttering to herself and hunkering down further. Just because her gear is practical and not as flashy as the others.