Honor stiffens. She looks at Nimitz. Nimitz looks at her. A sort of purely emotional dialogue flows between them.

"We were taken prisoner in wartime by the enemy." She explains quietly. "The commanders who defeated and forced our surrender were men of honor and principles, willing to treat us and my crew with respect...but their had to answer to a rabid madwomen of a public information minister who wished to execute us on a live fax."

She strokes Nimitz's fur gently. "She attempted to kill Nimitz first. Worse, to spite us, as if he was just a favorite pet. We fought...and a trooper damaged his spinal column. It wasn't until our escape and return to Manticore a year later that we discovered...well, you seem to have an inkling of his problem. The Doctors back home don't understand treecat neurology near enough to help him."

Honor makes a concerted effort to reign in her emotions. The Doctor, have cultivated an understanding of human character, might know better.

"Do you know much about telepathic abilities?"