Still holding Madison, Viglar saluted his leader. She was strangely quiet and tense against him. Ever since he took over the running of the hospital he'd heard her talk and laugh and her ugly hair had made her stand out among the other interns. She'd made all the other humans look dull in comparison.
He did not have the time or freedom, at this moment, to find out what would make her happy. He had to report to Zacar. "I killed them all and kept three for questioning. They are behind the shuttle where my breeder can't see them." Something about them meeting Zyrgin justice had upset her, but he couldn't talk to her about it now. For the first time, in his hundreds of years, he resented his duty.
Zacar nodded. "Human women have very soft hearts." He dispatched a warrior to take the prisoners to the holding cells. "She is very quiet. When you introduced her to me, she talked all the time."