Corliss smiles thinly. "Nah, you won't be stuck in there forever, mate," he replies to Terenia. "We'll make sure you've got some way out. Anyway, if Efaen's seen the way you really are, the way your mind works...maybe she'll come around and decide to give you another chance? She did say she'd reckon on it for a bit. In the meantime, don't worry about spilling your whole life's story. Most people can't seem to help doing that, here, I suppose it's therapeutic." His smile broadens. "There are games to play, not very good ones, but you know, imported from human computers. Very basic. And of course there are a few unencrypted files, feel free to browse while we wait."
In the meantime, Corliss picks up his personal comm link device, speaking into the thin black metal square, wincing a bit; all this talking was aggravating his sore skin.
"Myitt? You there? Where are ya?"
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Myitt leans against one of the walls of Elayne's ship, arms gingerly crossed due to the bandages. She listens to Keshin and Joanne explain all about their medical problems, most of which she was already pretty well aware of, considering their past encounters. She also watches Elayne manipulate the human ship's computer systems with interest. It was quite advanced, at least compared to the human technology she was used to. Really nearly on par with Yeerk tech, if not equal. Astounding.
Her comm link chirped, and she picked it up, answering the hail. Corliss' voice streamed into the cabin.
"Yeah, I'm in that human girl Elayne's ship. Nothing to worry about. But man, you should see this thing. It's a bona fide human spaceship, augmented with all kinds of Yeerkish-looking tech. As in, from Earth's future. Think about that for a minute."
"Christ, that's telling. Hope it's our same future," he replies.
Myitt snurks. "That's what I said. Hopefully it's as good as it looks. Are you still with Terenia?"
"-ssskkkk- Yeah, just trying to negotiate with her little Andalite friend. Efaen's on Ossanlin's ship."
"Have a good time," Myitt says with a toothy grin. "I'll reconnect with you in a little bit. I still have groceries in cold storage, you know."
"-sss- Sounds good, mate. Over and out."
"Roger that, John Wayne."
Myitt lowers the link, putting it back in one of her inner jacket pockets.
"Dimension jumping is risky business, so don't say I didn't warn you. You know, Joanne," she says conversationally, "Corliss said something about owing you for not tearing him apart back in the bar. What was that all about?"
