"Come on! Pick up the pace or I will cut off those useless legs," Sophie growled as she turned around to shoot a dirty look at the survivors.
She was currently dragging thirty crates of dried food stock as well as nutrient solutions that were hidden in the storeroom of the cafeteria.
Fortunately, the crates had tiny hooks along their edges, so Sophie was able to link them together with metalloid rope.
Pirene and Eovoby struggled to keep up with the relentless pace of their captor.
The forced marching helped to distract them from the unpleasant revelation that the interrogations had uncovered.
The monster only needed a handful of survivors to pilot a spacecraft while the rest of the crew were just expendable.
The odds of being killed or eaten had just risen quite substantially.
Eovoby scowled at his dim-witted companion who gave away the information but didn't dare to whisper a word of complaint.
