Fantredala could've waited for Dr. Schroeder to return to his office in order to speak with him, but that was just too indirect for her. When she wanted to speak to someone, she tracked them down right away. She'd considered simply acting without informing him, doubting the genial old man would get upset with her, but in the end decided against it. She liked the "Good Doctor". She could show him at least a little courtesy. Just a little.

She came up on him on the Science Deck, tucked in one of the labs and checking up on the current Biosynthesis. As she dropped out of her spirit-form and into an anthropomorphic shapeshift, right there in the middle of the room, many of the technicians also working there eyed her with surprise that turned quickly into mistrust. A couple even moved closer to the embryonic incubators, as if to shield the liquid-filled chambers and their undeveloped occupants from her, but Fantredala only smirked slyly at them before zeroing in on her target.

Being a Balance Daemon rather than a Balance Spirit, she couldn't hide from Schroeder's psionics when she was on the ship the way someone like Dark Shadow could, thus she did not catch him by surprise when she strolled up behind him and peered over his shoulder. He had some sort of holographic display up and his hands moved within it like a maestro orchestrating a slow classical piece, rearranging representations of what might've been atoms or molecules or strands of DNA--but since Fantredala could do the same thing without resorting to magitechnology, she wasn't particularly interested by the show.

"Do you need something, Fantredala?" Schroeder asked, the tone of his voice almost distracted, but she knew it was anything but. The man was clairvoyant almost to the point of omniscience, at least on certain subjects. A mind as developed as his would not be so easily sidetracked.

"I just wanted to let you know I'll be claiming Alpha Bay once that xenodragon mutt is out of it," she purred, "so don't go planning a Biosynth for that space until I'm done with it."

His gaze briefly flicked back at her. "Assembled a project of your own, my dear?"

"The culmination of many month's preparation," Fantredala agreed, smirking lazily. "Achieved with great satisfaction."

The half-spirit caught a pair of technicians exchanging a worried look at that, but Schroeder seemed unfazed and unsurprised. He did not pause the work he was doing. "So you've finally adapted to the taste of chaos, have you?"

Fantredala laughed, delighted that Schroeder caught on so quickly. "He is not so chaotic when I control him. Then he is only what I crave: destruction. And even destruction must engage in a little creation now and then, hmm?"

Schroeder smiled, somewhat surprising her. "You say it as an innuendo, but all I hear is amusing irony," he chuckled. "But ever since you adopted little Ras-doi, I knew it was inevitable that this would come along. So. Is the Bay all you will require?"

She nodded, merrily watching the growing looks of dismay on the technicians' faces. They seemed to have caught on at last. "You don't even need to tell the Draconic Relations Ministry to do the usual advertisements they do for you. I'll be recruiting the family and collecting potential sponsors on my own. I want to spread them around, but I'll have nothing but the best for my little creations."

"Very well," Schroeder agreed pleasantly. "You may have use of the Bay when the time comes."

"Such a sweet old man," Fantredala chuckled, tousling his greying hair. "Now, if you'll pardon me, I'm off to find mummy-dearest and tell her she's going to be a grandmother again. You'll probably hear her scream from here," she laughed, then turned away and slipped off.