"I mind the spray. It's worse against Andalites. Besides, I'm not sure I can actually get that far." In thought speak he adds, <I could do it without morphing, I think, but it's better to be underestimated.>

He dealt with the crawling room by picking over things and just galloped across the moustraps under the bars. And having a twelve-foot prehensile tail and hooves that have some insulating aspect is very helpful for avoiding dangling obstacles. It was the air ram that got a leg broken; he's sturdier than a horse and his leg bones are more durable, but there's a lot of weight on them.

Alloran tries to make a gesture, but human fingers don't bend quite right. Just one digit opposes all the others! Human hands are so simple. <Careful not to say too much about that. They don't know how many I have or that I can get more. The impression is that I need technology I don't have to acquire something new.> "I'm nearly twenty-eight years out of date on the research, but one of the women working on that had one hundred and ninety six different forms."

He doesn't perceive fives and tens as round numbers, being from a species that works off of base fourteen.