"Not completely mad," Elriss tells Haviss with what she thinks is a smirk. She swirls her third glass again, considering, then waves it at the bartender. "Hey, handsome, any chance you give to-go cups in this little hole?" She frowns at the small puddle of redin on the counter in front of her as the bartender sets a clear, plastic cup with a lid and a straw down in front of her. She shakes her head. Maybe that was a little too much, too fast. She's certainly starting to feel it.
"Someone's not a believer in animal rights," she says mockingly to Ike. "Hon, we need hosts that can help us get more hosts. What are there, like a thousand gorillas in the world? Do you know how many Yeerks we have to host? And then you've gotta think about how much more humans can do than gorillas. Humans already have so much. Gorillas have some patches of jungle or whatever. What would we do then, sit in the jungle and eat leaves while the Andalites and the humans keep getting better and better at their technology thing? Why would we start from scratch when the humans have so much already? My people are intelligent enough to be great, to walk through the stars, and you think we're going to settle for dumb creatures with nothing better to do than poop in their hands?" She punctuates her question with a sharp "Ha!" before continuing. "He gets it," she says, pointing at Mar.
"I know you all have your cute little 'gods' and stuff," she says, waving a hand at Mar and Ike, "but where's mine? Where's the one that's going to lead my people to salvation?" She stares at the countertop as she contemplates what she's just said. "We Yeerks have only each other," she concludes quietly.
