There was silence on the line, as Ishtar processed what was said, and while there was a raised eyebrow at the mention of grilling -- and presumably eating, Dr. Gero -- it was the mention of Alakazah that was by far the more problematic. Entertaining ... Alakazah ?
Well that was not good. So when the Oni snapped to, she was quick to state why.
"He erased the memories of everyone unable to resist, the last time we spoke." Which had been, unless Ishtar misremembered ... earlier that same day. "He similarly prevents others from harming them. All things considered, returning sooner rather than later would be very, very wise." Knowing that the Saiyans had attained a new tier of power however, caused Ishtar to add something in an uncharacteristically strained tone.
"And whatever you do, do not make a wish in his presence."
Before anything else could be added however, a familiar presence and even more familiar hands ... latched onto her breasts. A reassuring presence to be sure.
"Hello, Little Love."
Though what she said caused Ishtar to grimace, before shaking her head slowly. "It was not my Alter, truly. A clone ... and were it not for the intervention and magic of my mother; I would be missing my left arm. Though in fairness ..." the Oni started before trailing off.
"You are right in saying that I did successfully stop her. And I ... transformed, on top of it. So two small, silver-linings. Which reminds me I would like t-" the Oni began, before stopping short.
The weight on her breast was off.
"... your hand. Prosthetic ?"