[ Another moment to watch him, gauge him, her gaze not unlike the researchers who were probably responsible for his existence: critical, clinical, without human affections. He's done well not to react so far, but she will not be so easily pleased or offer reward for duties expected.

(His subservience is not to his credit for a job well done, but it is beneficial to another day lived.)

That he should withhold his questions or truly lacks any speaks to either an unwillingness to be intelligent or an overabundance of as much, a mind attached to those fangs when none need be.

Just which it is will be discovered soon enough, she expects. ]

I see.

[ Whatever edge might've been present in her tenor is gone now, steady and emotionless. She goes to turn on her heel and lead him out, but pauses, eyeing him warily.

To turn her back on an enemy is against everything she's trained to do, but the true crime is in allowing an enemy to live at all.

Not an enemy then, she decides, completing her turn without preamble and motioning him behind her, not yet. ]

I've no interest in getting to know you, so that's just as well. My second in command will meet us on the ship. Do you have any personal belongings?