Myitt watches the holoscreens intently. <Wait a second, guys,> she says into the link converter, <I see a heat signature moving away from you, mmmm, due East, it looks like. Aw, goddamnit, she's off the screens! Hang on, I'll try and broaden the scans...no promises...this is like dyslexic Greek over here...>
She taps at the screens, increasingly frustrated by the unfamiliarity of the Andalite codes.