"I think ... he is, yes."
"Find out for sure!"
The comset was cold in Parr's hand. He stood shivering. He rubbed his left hand over his naked flank.
He tried to kill his thoughts against the command from the Advanceship, tried to let the drilled-in obedience take over. He opened the receptive portion of his mind as far as it would go, knowing that within seconds seepage would be as loud as thunder because he was not adept at double concentration. But even before one second had gone he snapped his mind closed again.
The Oholo was open.
"Parr," he whispered hoarsely into the comset. "He's open."
"... He can't know we're here, then. What did you learn?"
Parr mopped his forehead with the back of his hairy arm. "I just kept receptive a second."
"Keep checking, then."