Even though Kay still felt a cold hand squeezing something in her chest painfully hard, a feeling of immense dread sending a tingling sensation through the gate in her head, she still found it in herself to offer Enn an encouraging smile and a nod at his reaction to these news. She was genuinely impressed with him, and knew both from her knowledge of Ell and the expression on his face that he was as well, if grudgingly so. The news had been grave enough that it had left Kay stunned, speechless and confused – her home, discovered and likely doomed? – but Enn had handled the shock much better and reacted just the right way to get on an Eighfourian’s good side: asked for more information and set a potentially achievable goal immediately. Most Eighfourians would panic in a situation like that, immediately assuming the worst and trying to come to terms with that, and the ability to keep calm during crises was one of the key aspects of the people who became leaders of their faction.
	Ell bit his lip, looking uncertainly from Enn to Kay while the others on the truck looked to him for a decision. Finally he seemed to reach a decision. “Get in the truck, I’ll fill you in on the move. Kay-Gee is right; you two need to see Gramps.”
	“I didn’t see the craft myself, but witnesses on the wall said that it was ‘small’ - whatever that means – and nimble enough to maneuver back and forth between the trees. It was fully VTOL capable and was seen accelerating quickly in any direction, even laterally, while using jet propulsion of some kind. They said it was triangular, sort of... like an arrowhead.” He looked at Kay. “Gramps doesn’t know where it’s from, so we don’t who we’re dealing with. We’ve tripled the number of people on the walls, powered up the flak turrets and were just headed out on patrol when we spotted you two. Everyone else is making sure everything is fueled and loading vehicles with as much as we can fit... I think Gramps wants to run.”