Elayne shrugs uncomfortably. She is not sure how much she likes Mar's phrase "working on," so she uses it, herself. "I'm just working on my ship. I came outside for a breather and found Trey. I'm not sure I'm much use to him, but I'm giving him what help I can in forming his movement."
She shifts her weight, considering him. "Interesting you should mention Ossanlin; I was looking for an Andalite's help. Do you think he'd let us try to read a disk of Trey's on his ship... or could you help talk him into it for us?" Then, thinking again of asking a favor of him, she bites her lip and spreads her hands, palms down. "I mean, I know you're busy and all..."
Tora reflexively shakes her head in denial, eyes widening as she looks to Myitt, but she knows it's no use hiding anything from her. Myitt has always been able to see right through her cover-ups and lies.
"I..." she begins and clamps her mouth shut again. Speaking in a steady voice is suddenly more difficult than it should be, so she changes communication tactics. <<Perhaps it is only a coincidence. But, Myitt... I thought he was dead.>> Even her thought-speech voice is wavering by the end.