"I'm...sorry you find it disappointing that we have survival instincts. Actually, I'm, uh, not really sorry at, uh, all. It was really unnecessary, risking our lives, like that. And rude. But, y'know, whatever. Guess our lives and opinions don't, ah, mean as much as that, uh, avali's, right?"
Flytrap grabs the hilts of his blades. He is seriously considering removing the head of that 'cheerful' appliance.
"Having us accompany isn't inconvenient as long as we keep up, and it helps to ensure survival. Would you not hold up a group if you had a friend to wait on?"
Nalumi is annoyed that they aren't paying attention. "So what do you classify a floran as? A walking cabbage plant?"
"Well, uh, sure...I guess that's kinda...nice...I guess... If you don't, ah, mind me asking, why is she so, uh, valuable to you?"
"No, I, uh, wouldn't. My job was to, ah, ensure the safety of the many at the cost of one, not risk many lives for the safety of one."
"The only ones in danger were the ones outside of the ship that we were waiting on. We remained just fine. I see no risk." Opia pulls out her dagger and pokes at her arms in frustration. Opia mutters ,"Spiky salad.."
Mitch clears his throat. "ALLRRRIIIIGHT LADIES! WOULD ALL OF YOU QUIT YOUR BICKERING FOR ONE GOD DAMN MOMENT? WE'RE NEVER GONNA SURVIVE THE NUMEROUS PEOPLE THAT ARE LIKELY TO BE HUNTING US IF WE CAN'T STOP TRYING TO TEAR EACH OTHER APART." guys just plz listen to Mitch, he's a cool guy The ships takes off the ground, and zooms into hyperspace.
"I don't, uh, remember asking you, but, ah, okay. Whatever makes you, uh, feel good...I guess." "And, uh, who are you, again?"
Nalumi is a little startled by Mitch's sudden demand but ignores him. "Luckily for me I'm an unintelligent creature."
Mitch has Flytrap's full attention and partial respect. "I guess I've got to agree with you on that."