"I'll think about it." The tapes feel so awfully personal, even discounting the information she's leaving out on purpose. She'd put them in the ship's new Artefact Storage if they didn't.

"Besides the real basics... well. This trip's been going over a year and a half? So everyone's all. Tangled up. Friends, enemies, lovers. You name it. But everyone's from different worlds entirely. Most of 'em don't have the entities at all. Still. Plenty of 'em have their own weirdness going on, and they all fear the same. You probably won't have trouble feeding."

Fear is fear, regardless of universe, after all. There's more than a couple people around susceptible to Helen's methods.

She says this casually enough, but she also lets her chair settle properly on the ground once more and leans forward against the table.