Illim nods in mute agreement with his host. <<It should be a smooth ride. You know, assuming the Andalite doesn't get too testy. Or Terenia for that matter.>> He glances at the holoscreen readout that confirms his Madra is in tow, and then sits back in the chair, settling in for the trip to the base.
Serid starts as the strange eight-limbed creature enters the door not far from where he is sitting, and he watches curiously as it approaches the bar.
What is this species? he wonders, tempted to order a drink so that he can find out. Leaning back in his chair to peer out the dingy window, he finds no sign of Ossanlin outside, so he tips his chair back forward and follows the peculiar newcomer at a distance.
Elayne yawns and, after a cursory survey of the ramshackle building does not reveal Mar, she begins searching for Trey. He is not difficult to find, however, curled up fast asleep just one seat away. With a small smirk, she watches the boy rest, tempted to wake him up. She sinks back into her filthy, cushioned chair, drapes one leg over the other and dangles her foot while she waits, but the waiting doesn't last long. Her boredom wins out and she leans over to shake Trey's shoulder lightly.