*Ossanlin breathes a sigh of relief to himself, thinking that he perhaps has overestimated the Yeerks and their ingenuity. He considers powering the ship down, but figures he might as well keep things running. He watches as Myitt and Sub walk back to the bar. The hork-bajir give them slightly funny looks as they've been watching for ships landing and have seen none, while two unidentified humans come in from the docks, but ultimately they part and let the two pass without incident.* <Perhaps I should go back in as a hork-bajir, maybe the good Visser's thoughts are a bit more loose after a few cups...> *He goes back and forth, one minute believing the payoff might be worth the risk, the next worrying that his presence could endanger everyone in the bar.*
<Maybe after the Tyrennian gets a bit closer...she shouldn't be farther than a standard hour or so now..> *Ossanlin waves a hand over one of the displays and changes the sensor-sweep pattern to maintain a varied covert field around the Blade Ship.*
