The prospect of being tried by a council of these alien creatures was more terrifying to Nick than any combat. In a fight one at least had a chance to influence the outcome.
"Ask the old one if there's any way to escape," he demanded. "Hell, we can't just sit here and take whatever Blueface dishes out."
She spoke softly to Klev, and the ancient Martian shook his head regretfully.
"Then we've got to wait?"
"I'm afraid so. But Klev says he will speak to the Council, and try to get others to speak for us too."
"But you, Sue. You didn't—"
"I'm an Earth woman," she sighed. "Most of them think now that all Earth people are like those Gravinol-doped killers."
Her mention of the drug brought the old craving once more into Nick's thoughts, but this time not too strongly. Resolutely he put it aside.
"Dad and I are to blame," the girl lamented. "If we'd broadcast our story when we returned to Earth instead of making a private report to that Harmon monster, all this could never have happened."