Aximili is finally completely cockroach. The room seems vast and strange to his senses. He scuttles toward a wall and crawls along it, searching for miniscule cracks that will allow him to escape. Not on Earth. The people here may have been entirely sheltered from the war on Earth, if they have been sequestered far enough away. Yet Martha does not seem surprised that he is not of her species. Perhaps there are other non-humans here as well.

«I am Prince Aximili-Esgarrouth-Isthill, official Andalite liaison to Earth. I would assume you have heard of me, but since you have not been on Earth... I fought in the resistance that defeated the Yeerk invasion of Earth. I am sorry to tell you that there was great loss of human life. I hope that by the time you return, the situation will be much better.»

He pauses in his search along the wall. He's just noticed the infinitesimally tiny bracelet clenched around his many-jointed insect leg, a perfect miniature of the one he was wearing before he began the morph. «The bracelet appears to have stayed with me through the morph. Do you have one as well? I have been unable to see you on the screen due to my currently limited senses.»