THIS PLACE WILL BECOME YOUR TOMB.

"it is unfortunate that in the hanar's efforts to save your people, they brought drell to their humid homeworld, and that only caused more problems. no good deed goes unpunished," artemis adds bitterly, shaking her head. "but yes, we... some humans like to dry off with a towel and bundle up with a blanket after being in the rain. sit by the fire to warm up. if i had a spare blanket, that's what i'd be doing — or if there was a fireplace on board." a smile crosses their lips. "you should try it sometime. it's plenty warm in this room, but if you ever feel a chill, just..." she gestures, and her smile grows. "ask joker for a blanket. hell, you can borrow his. it's not like he ever leaves that pilot's chair — he won't mind if his favorite blanket goes missing for the sake of our favorite drell."

He feels a shiver, an effect from his illness, but he doesn't share it, nor is it visible on his scaly skin. “ I like it when you visit. It keeps me from being alone down here. I must confess, I'm not used to having visitors. Being an assassin is... a lonely business. ” Thane admits, blinking slowly as he feels his pulse increase. What is this feeling? The last time he felt this was with Irikah, and it makes his chest tense up. “ Do you make visits like this with the other crew members, or do I get to assume I'm special? ”