The Mermaid started to shake Rac by the shoulders; she was as hysterical now as she'd been earlier, but unfortunately, that made her language even more difficult to understand. She must have caught the confused look on the pilot's face, though. Because she suddenly pointed out the window, the tiny razors on her flippers threatening to crack it.
There was one ship dead ahead, but Rac quickly projected his screen, so it hovered above him, and to his relief, the Mermaid laid off and began to prod at the representation of the sea. 'I think she's fled captivity from one of these ships.'
I sighed. 'Then we can't destroy either one without knowing who or what else might be inside.'
The Mermaid yelled at one ship, and while we couldn't understand a word of it, it seemed like profanity. 'Well, that answers which one she was on, now, if only there were a way to learn anything else.'
'You're insight might help here.'
