"Right. Of course they did. It's not like they'll apparently just fly along behind anyone who can keep a decent tune, or stay inside a duffel bag." Alaric rubs his forehead. "Seal all the doors between the lock and the mothling habitat, just in case one gets loose anyway. I'll go get a float pallet and meet you at the lock. We'll make it clear we can't let their longshoremen or whatever aboard the ship because blah blah Rahal security orders blah blah heretical science."