He relaxed, splaying his hands and holding them wide from his body. Her action had been understood and the creature did not want his hands tied.
"Jerry," said Barden. "Set the controls for superspeed towards anywhere in the universe, and get us away from here."
"Solward?"
"No. He should get as little information as possible."
Jerry left, and the ship soon turned slightly and started off. Barden waved the creature to the port and pointed out Procyon, which was diminishing swiftly. The alien grew excited, and made wondering motions.
"That ... thing ... knows what the score is, partly," observed Edith.
"That ... thing ... had better behave," said Barden flatly. "And while we're wondering about him, I hate to think of him being called a Procyonian."
"Call 'em Pokeys," said Tim Evans.
"O.K. Now let's show him his ship."
The alien's excitement changed to dismay as he viewed the wreckage. He looked at it, and then as if wiping it off as finished, he turned away.