[Eight weighs the words, arms folded and shifting her weight from one side to the other as she does. There was a lot they didn't know of the Sylphid, and frankly that made her tentacles itch. Worse, she hated the idea of yet another ancient species that were interested in her and her body. It was a creepy feeling she just could not get used to.]

[So, instead, she decides to focus on the second part.] You're all dead on mine. [Her eyes close as that seemed harsh, even for her.] ...what I mean to say is that the last human had not been seen in over 1,000 years.

I'm sure the Squid Institute would love to have a chance to get to know you all better, too. [But this conversation had already worn out its welcome.] ...should we get back on topic of the mission?