"Yes, humans are very fond of grids and order," Myitt replies to Breekan, looking out the big bug-eye windows, and the viewscreen that connects through the hull.
She pulls up the transmission from Temrash, reading through what has been transpiring at the Bar.
"Are you reading this?" she whispers to her friends, although the text is all in Yeerkish. "This Andalite friend of theirs at the bar, Terenia-Rerin-Shamtul, is really a human nothlit, who was trapped in a morph, then given the power to morph again through an experimental morphing cube, and she chose to become nothlit again, as a Yeerk." She pauses, confused. "Am I reading this right? And now Temrash wants to know he he should go off and rescue Terenia's twin human sister, because Terenia works for Visser Three and is keeping Terenia under his service under threat of harming her sibling. Now, if that isn't the most kick ass soap opera material ever, then I don't know what is."
She hails Temrash. "Listen, don't do anything until we get back, unless you can be sure Terenia really is from our universe and our same time. There's no sense rescuing someone who isn't there, as you said, or who may be there--but may still not be the same person Terenia expects her to be. We have no way of telling for sure until we return to the Bar and, if necessary, embark on this sort of mission with Terenia herself."
The little invisible fighter starts cruising lower, heading over Colorado, nimbly avoiding a slow and dim-witted seeming airplane. It cruises over a vast, cold and empty January prairie in Wyoming, drifts of snow piled up by the sides of highways in great dunes.
"Remind me why we decided to come to the Northern Hemisphere in the middle of winter?" Myitt complains. "Current temperature out there is...negative five degrees Fahrenheit, or negative twenty degrees Celsius. Wind chills below minus thirty Fahrenheit. I have extra winter gear, if any of you need it."
