((Yeah, sorry shorty, I figured Corliss was inside Terenia's ship so he couldn't hear.))
Corliss grins at Joanne. "Well. With regards to offing each other: As your people say, we'll cross that bridge when--and if--we come to it, eh? For now I reckon we can get along. And yes, Myitt has a great deal of respect for your skill, she has mentioned you before. Really barely escaped from you, before. But if you know 'er well enough, she's much more likely to take offense at someone jus' doing their job, even when their job is to try and end 'er life. You can't blame her too much, though."
He nods at Terenia. "My sympathies. No Andalite in their right mind--with the small exception of my two old friends here--would ever issue any sort of aid to any Yeerk, regardless of his intentions. Reckon it's fair to say that you work for a Yeerk, unless you work for someone with access to Yeerk technology." Corliss steps away from the fuel panel. "Fire up the engines, it should work. Or it'll blow us all to hell." The grin returns. "Let's 'ope I've still got it, then."