She nods and holds the glass of water up to her ear. 

Alita crawls in.

"Thank you.

All Yeerks are under the jurisdiction of the Yeerk Empire. They're attempting an invasion in secret on this planet, and rule openly on several others. Their leadership are...strongly inclined to violence and treachery, because those are the qualities that allow one to climb their ladder. It's a fairly characteristic story of the upper leadership that one of Visser Three's inspections of our settlement here resulted in him eating a manager he blamed for delays in construction.

They take hosts by force and fraud. Not all hosts—almost all Taxxons are voluntary, and some humans—but more than half of the hosts under the Empire are slaves. They control the average foot soldier, like me, by restricting access to the sun lamps we need to photosynthesize.

If you want to run away, I would not blame you. I could bring up a star chart and point out which systems are controlled by the Yeerks or the Andalites—they also have a species-wide government, and it's at war with the Yeerk Empire—so you can avoid them. If you want to stay and help—I suspect Earth could benefit greatly from your abilities."