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[with_discipline]

How very...primitive. [The video flicks on, and T'Pol is looking very obviously disgusted. And haughty. And really disgusted. It's not her typical YOU HAVE TO SEARCH THESE EMOTIONS OUT, nope, she is straight up mocking the barge.

Oh and her hair is long again. FLOOD RULE.]

Is this meant to keep me here? Primitive and pathetic. Who is in command

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[majorum_pride]

Because they can't smell themselves. It's a great misfortune among those with weaker noses.

This room, however, seems to be relatively well kept. [Which is why he's not left Rhade's room yet.]

[scaryfacemelter]

[Well hello creature with an actual sense of smell. She likes the way the room looks. And probably how it smells.]

Mm. It's intolerable at best. And where are you?

[majorum_pride]

I believe the floor was the eighth. When I left, I soon returned. I've been attempting to find a way to contact Fountainhead.

And might I say, you are quite lovely my Lady. [He's from back before Nietzscheans had boneblades, so he's also wondering about a few of the pictures he's found.]

[scaryfacemelter]

I don't know this 'Fountainhead.' What species are you?

[She doesn't respond directly to the compliment, but he's definitely getting a coy smile for his efforts.]

[majorum_pride]

Nietzschean.

[And technically, he's the first.]

I would be glad for the company while I'm trying to get in contact with my people.

[scaryfacemelter]

[A new species' brain to pick through, this is interesting.]

Do you have a communication device more efficient than this?

[But she's heading out, and he might feel her poking around his head, searching for his location.]

[majorum_pride]

[There's a pause, because he feels something but not sure what. In any case, he forcibly thinks of the directions to Rhade's room. One one of the lower floors. And for someone that does spend a lot of time with animals, his room smells almost impeccable.]

[Spam]

[scaryfacemelter]

[Oh, those are very good directions. She doesn't quite give him a mental pat on the head, but it's close enough. And it doesn't take her very long to get there. Knock knock, Drago.]

[Spam]

[majorum_pride]

[He goes to the door and opens it, inclining his head slightly to the lovely lady. There's a Flexi on the glass table, only half lit because he has a glowing vial which is filled with the lit nanites from the device sitting next to it.

The room is darkly lit, but it's very very clean.] Have you run across anything [or anyone else] that might be of use.

[Spam]

[scaryfacemelter]

A man who calls himself a Time Lord will help us, but he has no useful information.

[She's heading over to check out that Flexi, though. No concept of invading privacy whatsoever. Plus she can breath in here without wanting to gag, so.]