"Y-Yeah. Just a little shaken."
The man walked toward the third passenger and presently Emmett heard a quick, sobbing breath through the earphones.
"Are you hurt?" the man asked.
"No." Even under the abnormal conditions Gloria White's calm voice came through clearly.
They wandered aimlessly about the room, each engrossed in his private mental turmoil. Finally the pilot broke the silence, "Since we're probably the last ones alive on the ship, we should know each other. My name is George Hartman."
"Emmett Corbin."
"Gloria ... Gloria White."
The pilot said with grim urgency: "We've got to do something. There's no sense in just standing here—waiting for the enemy to come."
"Come?" Emmett inquired. "You mean that the Agronians will actually board our ship?"
"They always examine disabled ships. They are determined to learn as much as they can about us."