"Oh?" Tensor said, puzzled that she knew that he might be concerned over her absence. Possibly she had some power of direct communication after all.
"It's just those cables that you destroyed over the panel," she told him in a softly cajoling voice. "I have some spares in the locker, and if you would help me replace them, it would be fine."
Tensor floated over and peered into the stumps, examining the composition and structure. He nodded and reconstructed them instantly.
She was obviously delighted and said, "I wondered if you could do that. May I use the radio now?"
Tensor stared at the whiteness of her teeth contrasting pleasingly with the redness of her lips. "Go right ahead," he murmured. He decided he had better leave soon.
He watched as the brilliant spots of color glowed and shifted. She spoke and the panel issued its response. "Control to Scout Three. What happened there a while ago?"
"This is urgent," she said. "Is the Captain there?"
After a noisy hesitation, the panel replied. "This is Commander Carson. What's up out there?"
"Listen carefully," she said. "I have an alien with me on the ship. He's already learned English perfectly. He is only slightly telepathic, so far as I am concerned, but he has great telekinetic powers."
"We were afraid of that. Is he dangerous?"