Ghost's words made Uldren stiffen as Mac turned toward the cube. Of course they were being watched. It made all the sense in the world that the place they were in had indigenous people, and that once those people were aware there were suddenly aliens around, they'd be observed. Hadn't he just said all this? He stood rigidly, trying to decide if a preemptive strike would be more effective than an ordered retreat, and completely ignoring Mac's conversation.
Until the man started talking crazy.
Now, Uldren had done a great deal of investigative work where Mac was concerned. He'd invaded the man's privacy to a degree that went beyond far criminal and into the obsessive. He'd spent hours poking through Mac's room multiple times when the man was elsewhere, as well as when Mac was sleeping. He'd also examined every possession, including the man's reading material. The fantasy books hadn't been his cup of tea, but Uldren had a memory better than a steal trap. He remembered everything. It sometimes took him a while to dredge up a specific memory, but he never truly forgot anything.
As Mac babbled at the cube, and got more and more excited, Uldren finally found the right memory about the right book. Now that he knew what the hell elves were, at least in the context of the fantasy novels, he could join in the discussion, which was an incredible waste of time no matter what they did. He gave Mac a long-suffering look, not at all willing to hear about a plan guaranteed to bring them more trouble than they needed.
"No. We are not looking for pointy-eared people who want to hurt us. We are finding shelter and food and a way out of here." He frowned at the man, "If you're that obsessed with sharp ears, I can pull yours out until they reach your knees, but I don't think you'll be happy with the new look." Uldren looked at the cube, "Ghost, which direction are the inhabitants in?"
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Until the man started talking crazy.
Now, Uldren had done a great deal of investigative work where Mac was concerned. He'd invaded the man's privacy to a degree that went beyond far criminal and into the obsessive. He'd spent hours poking through Mac's room multiple times when the man was elsewhere, as well as when Mac was sleeping. He'd also examined every possession, including the man's reading material. The fantasy books hadn't been his cup of tea, but Uldren had a memory better than a steal trap. He remembered everything. It sometimes took him a while to dredge up a specific memory, but he never truly forgot anything.
As Mac babbled at the cube, and got more and more excited, Uldren finally found the right memory about the right book. Now that he knew what the hell elves were, at least in the context of the fantasy novels, he could join in the discussion, which was an incredible waste of time no matter what they did. He gave Mac a long-suffering look, not at all willing to hear about a plan guaranteed to bring them more trouble than they needed.
"No. We are not looking for pointy-eared people who want to hurt us. We are finding shelter and food and a way out of here." He frowned at the man, "If you're that obsessed with sharp ears, I can pull yours out until they reach your knees, but I don't think you'll be happy with the new look." Uldren looked at the cube, "Ghost, which direction are the inhabitants in?"