[color=00AEFF]”Jesus fucking christ, you’re joking.”[/color] Vigdis groaned in a mix of disbelief and disgust. She wasn’t as disturbed as one might have expected. For one, just a week ago she saw a man get fried alive, and two, Kareet’s avian appearance was putting enough of a gap between her and a human that Vigdis’ brain rated it closer to watching a deer get run over rather than a person being maimed. The weirdest part of it all was the serene calm and determination with which Kareet mutilated herself. [color=00AEFF]”You couldn’t have just had him make a flower wilt and then bloom again, could you? Fuck me. Good thing I wasn’t eating, somehow I get a feeling that wouldn’t have dissuaded you.”[/color]

The demonstration was definitely an impressive one. If they could regrow limbs, they practically had limitless meat supply. Cut off an animal’s legs, regrow them back. What is the animal gonna do, complain? What about, they could numb it, clearly Kareet felt no pain so even all the bleeding hearts gluing themselves to slaughterhouse equipment could rest easy. And since they apparently could halt aging as well, they would only need one set of animals for decades, maybe longer.

[color=00AEFF]”Can you, without magic, make an anvil without a foundry? Or can your shipwrights make a ship without a dock?”[/color] She answered J’eon’s question with questions, [color=00AEFF]”Abstract concepts cannot create concrete objects, but yes, our grasp of mathematics helps us design things, and was crucial in developing computers,”[/color] Once again indicating her wristpad and the tablet, as J’eon hadn’t been present when this word was first used, [color=00AEFF]”which further aid us. But imagine how complex your ships are, and the facilities required to build them.”[/color] She tapped the drawing in Kareet’s sketchbook before pointing to the Jotunheim, [color=00AEFF]”Now imagine what’s needed to build that. Mending the damage sustained in the crash will be hard, but we believe it possible. Might be a good idea to send someone to let Silbermine know that we will not take kindly to some troglodyte who has never seen an allen wrench thinking they know what they’re doing and poking around the ship.”[/color] Every time Silbermine said anything about his engineers doing something to the ship, she felt a growing urge to smack some sense into him or at least ask why he thought his people would even know where to start.

[color=00AEFF]”More on that note, could you show me your measurements of what I just described? It would make further communication even easier.”[/color]