[ Tobias wants to fly, to launch himself from Marco's shoulder and go after her. His restlessness is obvious. He rustles his wings, readying himself for the takeoff, forgetting the other side-effects of the berries, just like he's forgotten that Rachel is long-dead, and even if she weren't, there is no reason she'd be here on this nameless planet. He wobbles but manages to catch his balance.

But why didn't she answer him? It isn't like her. He had called out to her, loud, a little desperate. For all she knew, he was being attacked by Taxxons. Why didn't she answer him? Was she too far away for his thought-speech to reach? ]

<She was there.>

[ There is conviction in his voice; he can tell something's weird about the way Marco is talking to him, responding to the situation, but Tobias is too distracted to focus on him much. His mind shuffles things around and grasps the most obvious explanation: Marco is probably suspicious of the situation. After all, nine times out of ten, Marco was going to respond in the most paranoid way possible. That is just his nature. ]

<C'mon, we gotta go after her, she's too far away to hear and who knows what kind of trouble she's getting into... >