[Mention of the Fleet helmsmen just make the Psiioniic all the quieter, and he simply nods mutely. As the drone hands him the orange, he begins to quietly pick at it, slice by slice. It's a sign he's not quite there at the moment, when he goes slow instead of shoving the entire thing into his mouth without much grace. ]
[Helmsmen... A reminder of what's waiting for him in just a couple of sweeps. Will he be able to use that? Will he be able to fight back in quiet ways? Or will they turn him into almost nothing more than a drone? He wishes he knew more about those systems, and at the same time wishes he knew nothing at all.]
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[Helmsmen... A reminder of what's waiting for him in just a couple of sweeps. Will he be able to use that? Will he be able to fight back in quiet ways? Or will they turn him into almost nothing more than a drone? He wishes he knew more about those systems, and at the same time wishes he knew nothing at all.]
[He speaks against after a few moments.]
I'd thank them if I could.