It didn’t hold a candle to eating fresh meat straight off the bone, but at least the only thing that they had slain in order to obtain this meal wer... the glass machines.The Imp had removed his helmet so that he could eat, giving her a look at her unlikely companion’s face for the first time. She had seen Humans before, she had faced many in battle, and they weren’t always easy to tell apart. Some of them had beards like a male Jiralhanae, while others were bald, and still more had darker or. It came easy for me, a product of being an osmosis healer, I guess.” Turning toward Tynco he said, “I suggest we get this over with. If as you say, you could relapse, I think we need to finish.”Tynco’s head nodded slowly as Sam walked to him. Laying a hand on Tynco’s shoulder, all there were amazed when Tynco’s body straightened, then all the malady was gone. Cyan, ran to her husband throwing her arms around him holding him tight. Not finding any evidence of the disease, she grabbed Sam. You don’t need to be afraid of him.’ ‘I’m not afraid, I just…’ She struggled for words. ‘I don’t want to complicate things.’ ‘For who? Cause things are plenty fuckin’ complicated for me.’ I was still blocking the door. She tried to brush past me and I took her arm gently. She sighed. ‘I’m gonna be late. Do you want me to lose my job?’ I thought for a second, before I delivered an ultimatum I never thought I would be able to follow through with. ‘Do you want to lose me?’ Our eyes were locked. I. It was… humanoid. Not the little green man of Area 51 those wankers in America believe in. This thing had tits, violet, bee-stung lips, and not a speck of hair, unless you counted the rather short, bone like projections that curve like licks of small flame or a quick textured brush stroke. Female, she supposed, if a thing of particles and light had sexes. Fuck if she knew.“What’s your name,” Willow asks.Trill, trill, trill, name tasted on her tongue, too alien to comprehend.The being shrugs.