"Well, yeah, her and Corliss...Christ, Efaen just walked out of 'ere?" Mike looks around sourly. "I must have been down for the bloody count."
He slowly climbs to his feet. "Where did she go? Efaen? We can't just let her run off, doesn't Terenia need her?"
Without waiting for an answer, Mike turns to the pool and looks down at the two Yeerks inside of it. "Oh hell, I can never tell you apart," he mutters, rolling up his sleeve and fishing a hand in, waiting for whichever one was Corliss to be able to tell it was him. "And oy, you can give me my Dracon back," Mike calls over his shoulder while he waits. "I'm not going to shoot the bloody place up."
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Corliss sloshes around in the little pool under the waves generated by Mike's hand.
He bumps into Terenia. <Sorry...that must be Mike,> he says hastily, struggling to swim against the waves.