Jarah grinned, he took it overall as a compliment, and took it to heart, nestling away into a small, happy part of his mind. "Thank you, Garuud. I would prefer to go to the Cosmodrome, since it is the most familiar and relatively close to home. Of course, as always, this depends on the choices everyone else would prefer." He paused, biting his lip before carefully asking. "What did you exactly escape from, Garuud?" Meanwhile, Quince, Jarah's ghost, hung by his guardian's shoulder, his gaze seeming to glare down at Garuud suspiciously. He scanned over the exo, before earning a small scolding from his guardian. [i]Something isn't right. Forgive me, Fakhoury. But this is to protect you.[/i]