Allera glared at Strohger. “Listen up, you guano-for-brains. I’m not letting you go because I am a wanted criminal. I confess that I’m not great at reading people, but after three years on the run, I know your type. The instant you get free, you’re going straight to the Kkhlei and telling them everything. In other words, if I let you go, I am as good as dead.” They crossed their wings. “So, as I see it, you’ve got two options. One: you keep insulting us—even though you just met us and know nothing about our situation—and I toss you out the airlock. Or two: you shut up.”