"I could also go."

"I'm less sure they'll be looking for you."

"If they come bursting in here are they going to startle the Andalite me to death, he seems skittish."

"He's a deployed soldier, I don't expect him to have a fatal anxiety condition."

"Is he really, that sounds like a terrible idea."

"Oh? What do you all do?"

"I study labor economics."

"I am a priest of Abadar. ...in which capacity I study economics. Mostly how tariffs ought to be set."

"I run a currency exchange."

"I am concerned that my willingness to commit treason has undersold how urgent the war is compared to fiddling with taxes. Maybe in his capacity as a soldier he's studying how to wreck the Yeerk economy, how should I know."

"I mean I think if you're deploying less than everybody it doesn't make sense to deploy mes. If I were grey I'd do logistics and contract procurement and so on."

"Ask him if you're curious, I suppose."

"Somebody show me where I should go stand?"

"Yeah, this way."

"Anyone wanna come with me to meet our Andalite?"

"...are mes going to make him uncomfortable?"

"I'd bet on it."

"Fuck that."

"I'll come."

"Are you just not used to dealing with people like that, Isama -"

"I am specifically allergic to aliens doing it. We didn't grow up expecting to get FTL ourselves before anyone visited, you know, people hoped for aliens, and we hoped the aliens wouldn't be assholes, and it's such a thing to be an asshole about."

"Well, I'll come."

"Really sucks when aliens show up and are assholes," he mutters.

People who want to meet the Andalite can go outside.