It wasn't enough, not nearly enough. Except, if her suspicions about the alien nanosensors were correct, the Tok would know she was coming and would know what questions she'd ask. Perhaps a few seconds would be all she needed. The ancient alien had apparently gone to extraordinary lengths to ensure his survival over millions of years; he had to have done so on the understanding that the messages he wished to pass on could only be brief.
Assuming he was even there and had survived. Assuming he wasn't some malign presence deliberately entombed in a black hole for eternity.
The Dragon's reaction drives were quiet now, the black hole's gravitational pull doing all the work of bringing them in. She began to pick up a rising background noise emanating from the fabric of the ship as it succumbe
