Yelgir turned as the lass, Sheila, told him her name. "Sheila? Nice name. I'm Yelgir. If you work for the Alliance, then the ship should have something on you. Don't worry, we can match you by looks and a biological sample as well." They arrived back at the hanger, and passed through the airlock. The energy barrier was back up; the atmosphere in the docking bay breathable. The Xien had no suits designed for human use, but Shroedinger's spacecraft should have some adjustable spares on board. A [i]ping[/i] in his mind signaled the arrival of [i]Thor[/i]. "Duck," Yelgir told Sheila, and covered his ears. "My ship's coming in." The shield opened just wide enough for the small craft to enter, and the roar of its engines filled the hangar. Yelgir's ship touched down, and the deafening sound faded back to the soft hum of machinery.