There were so many ideas swirling around in Ax's brain, he wondered if the human mental capacity were not as efficient as its Andalite counterpart. Foremost among them was the thought that his friends must have noticed he was missing by now, and would be on their way to find him. If he had not been incarcerated, and had had his morphing abilities, he would have taken this as a given, but right now, it made his human throat feel sore in that odd way again, the one that seemed to mean his eyes might leak water soon. He tried to ignore that, and to push his fear, not befitting a warrior-cadet, away, and focus on the human's words.

"There has been a coup?" he said. "I do not know where I am at all. A-tall. I have no memory of being-ing transported here."

Marco had once told him to restrict his answers to human conversation to simple "Yes"es and "No"s. Ax felt a more proactive approach was called for in this case, and at any rate, Marco was not his prince.