That was the word Tinker was looking for. She typed the English into her datapad and tilted it slightly so Stormsong could see the screen. The tall female sekasha-caste elf with spiky short, blue-dyed hair was standing at Tinker's right shoulder, acting as a shield. Stormsong glanced downward without tilting her head and breathed out a nearly inaudible scoff, a smile twinkling in her blue eyes but otherwise not touching her stern face. The warrior gave the slightest shake of her head.
Perhaps "loathe" was politically too strong of a word even if accurately described how Tinker felt. "I really don't like this plan"