"Heh, well, your call, Rareth'Jharn." Shiva said. If she were open and honest about the affair, Shiva would probably have preferred to reside in the direct company of the humans or the dirophyds. It was born more out of discomfort rather than hate. Shiva didn't harbour particular hate for them like other masulu did, the same was the case for humans, but she still lived in a culture and environment that deplored them. Besides, Rothians were generally very formal with just about everything and the years of life experience they had made them rather intimidating. Oh well, Shiva figured she would have to engage with them eventually anyway.

Shiva didn't get much of a chance to dwell on it even if she wanted to. Rareth'Jharn seemed eager to start conversation. Shiva, now with a more familiar topic, spoke more confidently. "That's right. At first, studying alien physiology was a hobby, not something I had much time for, but as criminal bands became more integrated with other races, I was given more resources to study. There are a few subtleties here and there that I am still unaware of, apart from in masulu and tempu bodies. Still, I could name all the stages of your digestive system," Shiva motioned with her hand to the others in the room, "Or anyone else's for that matter. I... remember the workings of your metabolic processes, Rothians in particular are..." Shiva tried to find the right word, "... very different in that regard." Shiva wrapped up quickly, "I can probably remember the names for all of your muscles and tendons. More importantly though, I know how to fix them if you should ever discover that there is a wound on you."

Shiva felt surprisingly welcome. It had been a long time since she could talk casually with strangers without receiving death stares. Maybe none of them knew how to read masulu prisoner IDs.