[Alloran folds his heavy arms over his chest, one of those gestures that an Andalite can do after a fashion, but it feels much different and better with brachiator anatomy going on, and especially satisfying here. He's still got no length and is small and ungrounded but it's a little illusion of solidity.]

I can walk or run, but I am not going to be able to get physical like this and be the least bit convincing. And I'll admit to being anxious. [With this extremely out-of-character admission he flashes a bared-tooth grin with no warmth in it. Alloran may be overdoing it at this point. In his favored human morph his tendency is to underemote.] It's been twenty-five years since I tried something like this, and that went to shit in a tin minute.

[is that really a phrase planker or anyone else has ever used?]