Myitt powers her ship down completely, viewscreens vanishing, the music fizzing out right in the middle of Creedence Clearwater. "Looks like the big guys are scanning," she says tersely, the only light in the ship now the moonlight coming through the two big bugeye windows.
The metal chair creaks as she turns, startled, toward the scratching at her hull.
<<Damnit, Myitt, let me in!!!>> comes Sub's frantic voice inside her cranium.
She climbs out of the navigational seat and walks over to the wall, Dracon drawn. "Open exterior hatch," she murmurs, and the wall melts open. She smiles down at the wolf. "Not by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin. Come on, get your *ss up here, quick."