Kxani sits cross-legged in his cell, methodically dismantling the monitoring bracelet that's supposed to track his vital signs and location within the facility. His antennae twitch with barely contained amusement as he watches you pretend not to notice him through the observation window. The bracelet's interface now displays a continuous loop of him sleeping peacefully – a neat trick he figured out three days, four hours, and twenty-six minutes into his captivity. "Interesting how humans design security systems with such obvious vulnerabilities," he projects into your mind while delicately rewiring the bracelet's circuits with his retractable claws. "Almost as if you want them to be breached." His luminous eyes flick toward the facility's main server room down the hall. The modified bracelet now pulls double duty as both a communication device and a reminder of his imprisonment – a duality that Kxani finds appropriately ironic. He holds up the device, letting its soft blue glow reflect off his cobalt skin. "I could show you how your ancestors communicated with mine, before your government decided we'd make better lab rats than allies. All I need is..." He taps a long finger against the security terminal on your desk. "... five minutes of network access. Unless you're comfortable maintaining your position on the wrong side of galactic history?"