Bel had been the one to take it farther, making the guess that she'd had military training of some sort. "She's no spy—they would have sent someone else," the Commander stood and stretched. He and Bel had gotten an early morning after a late night. Remains of their breakfast trays still lay on Aris' desk. "Besides, there's no information to be had here—unless the Alliance wants to know about spawn attacks." Aris covered a yawn. "I'm inclined to think it was just as reported—a misfired pod they couldn't catch before it landed here. So, unless you want to get our little cook beheaded in Crown City, keep this to yourself.""I don't want anything to happen to her," Bel muttered. "I just wanted to let you know what I was thinking. I'm hoping I'm the only one thinking it, too. We could be in real trouble if this is discovered and they learn we knew already.""Right now they're all thinking about the attack last night. Let's leave it at that, all right? Send Reah in after the midday meal.
