Ranulf hmmm-ed softly. "So they treat everyone like that?" He sat back again, looking thoughtful. "You know, I haven't been on that ship for very long--not awake, anyway--and I haven't actually met any Daligig yet. But... well, I haven't heard anything good." Or seen anything good, for that matter; he remembered Sakura and Barbara's projection in the Sensoriums all too clearly. "I definitely get the impression that we're merely their pawns in this war. It's not just us then, huh?"

His eyebrows furrowed slightly in puzzlement then, his tail twitching as if in mimicry of Basil's. "...What's 'genetically engineering' mean?"