When my god explicitly tells me that he has sent someone to me, I tend to believe him. You wish me to question Primus? That is foolish. *she gingerly returns to her seat, to avoid pacing; it is evident that she is distressed, and that Thrust is not helping. Whether he will recognize that for himself remains to be seen*

*Her optics dim* Concerned for my safety? Primus watches over me... how much safer could I be? I am not a warrior, Thrust, but neither am I a fool. I can sense lies, or any ill will directed at me, and I will avoid it, if necessary. But neither will I shun those who have the capacity to injure me. Why do you think I trust you? Certainly not because you are innocent, or honest, or even well-meaning toward me, at times.