Hearing the chittering, Psibocorn attempts to take cover behind a rock outcropping or the Fourth Reich vehicle, whichever is closer (stealth?), and readies his trilasm, scanning the skies for a target, not realizing that anything airborne would have no trouble seeing him from above. He continues to narrate (accustomed to vacuum suit radios, and forgetting that in the open air, sound is not a closed circuit):
"I tell you what, I absolutely saw that Sequoia Dude Trent giving executables to the porker on a vid screen." He nods at Opera's thought about
why Trent would do such a thing.
"Yes, I do believe you're left - it must have sent us here to keep us out of Haven. The porker implied that we were expected to die in our first argument." Psibocorn looks as grim as a faceless humanoid can look.
"I say that's not in the punch cards. Not this revolution of the planet on its axis, no, and not the next one, neither."
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