Hadrin looks up from tending his bleeding arm.
"Hmph," he grunts lowly. "Even if we have a fair idea of who the turelek is after, and we can easily protect them, the thought of making him squirm a little isn't entirely unpleasant, I have to say. We need not kill him or even torture him to make him understand he cannot threaten the rebellion without us taking serious notice." He glares at Keshin.
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Myitt nods at Claxter, out of breath. "Okay. Temrash has him someplace. I'd wager Keshin's on Temrash's ship, I'll have to do a tech sweep and see if he's hidden. Or how well he's hidden."
Corliss taps Myitt on the shoulder and draws her attention to the brown-haired girl walking towards them.
"Looks like Reven's old pal," he mutters.
Myitt turns toward Tora and she grins at the sight of her old acquaintance.
"Hey! Tora. What are you doing here?" She drags the Andalite-in-human-form into a hasty arm's length hug with her own unbandaged arm. "Things are getting real hairy, as usual. I'm a little drunk, and I've ruined a few lives in the last day or so. How've you been?"