"Would you believe it's all manual? Not even a computer to help you out. Took me forever to find how to cloak the damned thing." A soft snicker from somewhere overhead had them both frozen in place for a moment. "Unless it's all voice activated," Micayla suggested. "You're kidding me, right?" "Oh, no, she isn't," a breathy, high-pitched feminine voice said. "You only had to ask me. I would have helped you." This was obviously the computer speaking. "And just where were you when we were looking for a flight manual?" Trag demanded. "Waiting for you to ask," the computer said with a decided pout. "Veluka never asks. He makes me keep quiet until he needs me. He doesn't care for conversation." The computer sniffed as though fighting back tears. "At least, not with me." "Great!" Trag said morosely. "A touchy computer." "I'm not touchy!" Micayla shot Trag a quelling look. Piss off the computer and this could be a very bumpy ride. "Do you have a name?" "Not one that you could pronounce," the voice said.
