"Communications," said Wyatt. "And I can tell you right now that I don't know anything more about weapons and defense than anybody who can read the daily papers, and that I won't be useful at all."
Makvern said, "I see Brinna explained to you why you were being brought here."
"She did. Fully."
"Well," said Makvern. "Come along."
He walked away and Brinna motioned for Wyatt to follow and he did, padding in his sock feet over the deck. It was a hell of a thing, he thought, to be on his way to Alpha Centauri without any shoes.
But his hands were free now. They were so sure he couldn't escape, inside their ship. Well, he couldn't. But maybe he could do something else. He looked at Makvern as they walked along the huge room.
"Star-ships," Wyatt said. "Faster than light. How the devil can you communicate at speeds and distances like that?"
Makvern smiled slightly. "That's right, you said you're a communications man. Well, there are ways. There are beams you never heard of."
"I'd like to see an outfit that can send a signal faster than light," Wyatt grunted.
Makvern looked at him thoughtfully. "Why not? We'll be going right past the communic room."