"What, this guy needs his ship fixed?" Myitt asks, squinting into a glass of the red liquor like a connoisseur. A couple of other glasses are set around, just in case anyone wants some of the now two bottles of the Yeerkish liquor sitting in front of her. "Buddy," she says, turning to glance over at Conner. "You'll learn to fix your ship quick around here. This place isn't friendly to ships, and besides." She grins, gesturing to her friends. "We're all a bunch of crack mechanics, either by trade or necessity, so watch and learn." Her eyes narrow. "You said you were in a battle with Yeerk forces?"