[Fortis]

Fortis: So that’s what X Com is all about.
Terves: Good to see you survived your first missions.
Fortis: I need to do better though. I didn’t get to control one of those aliens before Arete blasted the ugly things.
Terves: She’s quite a soldier.
Fortis: The biologists were complaining about the state of the dead aliens we brought in. Something about grossly excessive amounts of bullet holes.
Terves:…I was just thinking that. Don’t pull you mind reading on me.
Fortis: I wasn’t. I talked with the biologists earlier.
Terves: Oh.
Fortis: Yeah, I’m going to be working with everyone here. I decided I’d better not creep them out too much.

Terves:…
Fortis:…

Terves: GTX threatened to kill you, didn’t he?
Fortis: Worse.
Terves: You mean…?
Fortis: His exact thoughts were “Making Kugerfang’s little trip seem like a @#$%-ing merry-go-round”
Terves: You must have pissed him off pretty bad.
Fortis: He promised me I’d be barfing up things I planned on eating for breakfast the next day.
Terves: He can be very convincing.
Fortis: So, I’m going to save most of the mental stuff for the aliens. Speaking of which, the biologists needed some help getting the new live specimens to talk, and I figured I could use the practice. Care to come?
Terves, No, I’ve got other…plans. Now, if you’ll excuse me.

*Terves departs for his room, hanging a Do-Not-Disturb sign on the handle. Fortis hears the pop and fizzle of a fizzy dring being opened.*

Fortis: Huh. I wonder…Oh, never mind. Time to go screw with alien minds.