“Hoc est quid area,” “this is a restricted area,” the Khepri in human skin says, almost as if she has been caught out being in an area where she herself is not allowed to be.
James and Lana realize that they are dealing with a Khepri and James wonders if he should tell the Khepri who they are.
Lana looks at James, waiting for him to tell her what to do.
“Bonum vesperam,” “Good evening,” James tries his best in Latin.
“Vesperi?” “Evening?” the Khepri questions.
“I think it is early morning, we left at their mid-time, remember,” Lana whispers through closed teeth.
“Excusatio, quid dixisti?” “Excuse me, what did you say?” the Kheprian asks, sure that she heard Lana speak English.
“Exercens,” “Exercens,” Lana says, going into a stretch.
“I heard you speaking English to him,” the Khepri
