“Easy there, just a joke.” Senjen replied simply to Light, though it was the response from this captive that had the most of his attention. His attention...and now his skepticism. Perhaps he was just being paranoid, or maybe it was just because of how much trouble they had already been dealing with, but something about this did not sit right with him. Lelund’s attitude had shifted quick from the first message that had grabbed his attention, which did not do much for their credibility. 

“I would expect you would care a lot more about your supposed impending ‘torture’ than a few files. No offense, but I’ve already been the target of two attempted scams since I got here, and I haven’t even left the hangar yet. Going to have to decline. I smell a lie somewhere here, and I don’t aim to fall for it.” Senjen answered. 

Light had hardly taken any more time than Senjen had in getting back from the food merchant, evidently empty-handed. He did feel some fascination in the dietary habits of organics. One thing that was common across a wide variety of alien cultures was how much of a focus they put on cuisine. It made sense with their instincts, and how much their nutrition was tied to their overall health and well-being. Yet, there was usually so much passion and enjoyment tied up in it as well. For Utaysi, energy was energy, and there wasn’t much difference to them on how they obtained it. Their progenitors would have had those same instincts as other organics, but that was one of the few changes Marae Ano made to their minds when she created them. She had aimed to make as few alterations as possible to their minds from the original organic template, but bio-fueled machines would not have been possible considering the apocalypse they had to survive through. Leaving them with the instinct for hungers they could not sate for millennia would have simply been cruel.

Senjen acknowledged Light with a small wave. “Yeah, we should probably get going. That Utaysi over there tried to convince me to take on a data delivery on their behalf. Something felt off about it, so I refused. Still...you think maybe I should pass on their information to the Utaysi embassy about it, or something? In case something is going on there that’s not above board?”