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Engrav had been careful. He'd made sure that there weren't any easy ambushes on this floor of the space tower, and done some quick background work on the tealblood that had asked him to deliver. Hadn't discovered anything unsavory yet, although he certainly knew that she ran with a crew that was very heavily into the military. Scorpa in particular made him nervous, what with her almost fanatical devotion to the tealblood biologist, and the way she'd dismantled whole hordes of zombies like they were standing still.

Engrav sighed.

If they shared everything with each other, like Flydra had said, then it wasn't even particularly insane to think she might have been at a meet if Flydra had been the one to set it up. Engrav hadn't liked that idea. He was concerned that it would have put him in a very compromised position without any leverage, so he'd aimed for a time he'd specifically seen the intimidating yellowblood elsewhere on the space tower. Ideally, that would at least level the playing field.

He took a deep breath. No going back here.

His real hand knocked on the tealblood's door quietly, prosthetic holding a medium cardboard box under his elbow. Glancing around quickly while he waited for the tealblood to let him in, Engrav shoved his good hand into the pocket of his vest, thumbed the button buried in the fabric just to reassure himself it was easy to find.

She said his name? She'd said his name. Oh gog, what if there was a bug or something? What if she was recording him? The yellowblood held a mechanical finger to his lips, miming silence. Without a word, he dropped to all fours and pulled a device from his pocket. The little thing beeped with a soft red glow as he ran it up and down the walls of Flydra's room. Exhaustively. Painstakingly. Finally, the electronic sniffer blinked green, and Engrav was satisfied they weren't being listened to. He sighed in relief.

"Sorry about that. You just... never know who's listening." He watched the tealblood brush her hair for a moment, admiring her poise. Engrav liked this cabin. It was a lot nicer than his volunteer's cot, crammed among the teeming masses of feckless trolls who'd decided on a lark they desired the fame of space. Not Engrav. He had plans.

He set the box on Flydra's bed with a heavy thump. It was heavy. Something inside rattled against something else, the clink of glass against glass unmistakable. Engrav smiled at the tealblood, enjoying the heft of the amount of the research. That weight felt like a job well done. "I have for you, six ships and one flagships worth of samples. Pictures. Notes. Logs." He flipped the top off the box, revealing rows of glass jars filled with curios and seven manila folders. "The notes themselves are partially on pictures from a buttonhole camera concealed in my vest, and partially from recollection. Trust me, however, when I say I have a very good memory. And..." Engrav paused. Picked up a glass from the collection. Something moved within. A tame undead space gerbil. "One live sample. Or at least as alive as one of these is going to be. Maybe I should say animated instead."

He shrugged, put the gerbil back into the box. "If you've got time, I'd love to go over my notes with you. You may have some trouble deciphering them without me. In return, I was wondering if I might ask you a couple questions."