Myitt leans over the controls, smiling, with the air of a radio jockey. "Well, hello there, Ardiss, so glad you could join us. And I'm especially glad that Temrash has left the communications feed wide open. The trip should take about three hours, if you didn't hear me before. I trust you'll find some way to pass the time. Maybe get to know your host a bit better, huh? Yeah, that'd be swell. Because we aren't going to just let you run off into the hills once we land, you know."
She looks back at Breekan and Cutter, still remaining audible to the other ships. "Which reminds me, where exactly should we go? Cutter, you're from the United States, but I need to go someplace relatively out of the way to get what I need to do done. The frigging planet is crawling with Imperial outposts, and the sad fact of it is, Tara's mug is sort of on the equivalent of the Yeerk Empire's most wanted list. Doesn't matter much, of course, because I could change hosts--but then my own DNA is also stored in their security system, so I can't even get through a planetside pool scanner without gigantic neon signs and fireworks going off." She sighs, adding blandly, "It's one of the really nice things about being a member of a species that is obsessed with controlling its citizens, right down to the tiniest details. Right down to who can eat and who can't."
