"Hello!" Cantata says via the grid, and hums/sings a pleasing low chord, which the mothlings warble back at it. "I don't know if the weapons on the carapace hurt to use. I do think I had some very weird dreams the last time the ship was in combat, but I don't know if that happens when the weapons are used while I'm awake. Perhaps I will have some exciting dreams!"

Jedao murmurs, "If only all combat had side-effects as benign as a minor drug trip..."