Balthazar agreed with him. This ship had the best technology Tunrian technology had to offer. He might hate the Tunrians, but he had to respect their accomplishments. The typical sharp intelligence in those Tunrian eyes unsettled him, reminded him of a time he preferred to forget. "Why should we trust you near our wounded, slave master?"
She sighed. "I have never kept slaves in my life, and the first time I even knew cyborgs existed was when you took over the ships."
She hid something from them. Tunrians couldn't be trusted. Not clones and not naturals.
"Why would you be able to help him?" He let her lies go for now.
She didn't realize that they monitored her breathing and heart rate.
"I am a genetic engineer. If you allow me to study Bunrika's technology, I can speed up the recovery process."