Tarila's eyes snapped open. She had been sleeping, leaving the ship in Nom's hands, not to mention the crew. Now, she had reason to wake up. Dressing quickly, she went to the bridge.
"Some kind of pod," Nom told her, not even looking up from what he was doing. "Sending us a message, I think."
Tarila made a face. "Who could have known where we are?"
Without waiting for an answer, she intercepted the message the pod was sending.