«Yes, I can hear you.» That's not entirely true; Aximili's Andalite ears have disappeared by now, but he's accustomed enough to the cockroach's strange senses that he can decipher human speech anyway. «I assume you can hear me, which means that this communication device is capable of transmitting thought-speech.» He pauses. This is a strange new fact. It cements his certainty that this is not the work of the Yeerks, but does nothing for his fear that the Ellimist - or worse, Crayak - may have abducted him here.

«Is Taxon a city on Earth? I do not recognize the name.» He doesn't bother explaining who or what he is, because of course by now everyone on Earth knows about Andalites and their role in averting the Yeerk invasion. And all the while, he's shrinking, shrinking, shrinking.