"Like I said, none of your business." Somewhere in the back of her mind, two aspects of Sheeana's psyche were having a spirited debate. The rational, Bene Gesserit side was tentatively claiming she should let the worm out. She could command them, after all, and maybe use it to start another Spice cycle. The Tyrant couldn't imprison so many worlds on his Golden Path all at once, not with just one small vector.

The Fremen child, however, heard nothing more than a hiss and rumble under her feet.

She froze in indecision, a rare situation for her.

[OOC: Feel free to have Ghani crack it open, have a moment where she recognizes her brother, talk to it...whatever you wanna do with it]