Jora is in the breeding hall, where the creatures are manufactured in almost two minutes from a petri dish to a full-blown killing machine. Tella is following close behind, only a smirk showing how happy she was that Jora is finally with her again, and if 'fate' allowed, to never part from her again. "So, this 'Rowan' girl, she a close friend?" she queried, looking at Jora over his shoulder. "No, I just want a concubine, and I find her attractive." Jora lied, despratly hiding his thoughts of her from Tella's mental scan. "Well, if everything goes as planned, we'll both end up removing all military presence from this planet, and we can spend the rest of our lives researching what my peers could only dream of, and also spending a bit more...'quality' time together."