Her fate? Was she a prophet, too? He didn't want to entertain the thought of going up against another psychic in this arena. At least for now, they were tentative allies.

"Oh boy," he said, lifting his brows sardonically. "If it'th about not doing disheth, that wathn't me. I alwayth clean up after a wild taco-making frenzy." Plus, the thought of a slave cleaning up after his messes made him uncomfortable. He kept his respiteblock spotless for the same reason.

He was half joking of course. Clearly this was something more serious than an altercation over hive chores.