She waited for Remora to speak, but he did not.

Remora backed away, raised his hands, and turned toward the doorway.

Remora took two determined steps to his right and threw wide the door.

Remora smiled in a way he meant to be reassuring.

It was at least possible that we had somehow brought them with us, as Remora alleged.

Remora stood beside him, a hand on his shoulder, nearly whispering.

Spider stopped her, spreading his arms to hold Remora back as well.

She turned back to Remora and held out her hands for the slug gun.

On the other side of the table, Remora nodded emphatically.

The voice had been Remora's; his nasal tones brought it all back to her.

Then Remora stepped out of the doorway, avoiding the dead man.

Remora left his chair and backed away, at length closing the door behind him.

Remora shook his head; the motion was slight, but she saw it.

Remora put his water bottle on the floor between his feet.

The earth around Remora erupted as two more soldiers freed themselves from it.

Remora traced the sign of addition in the air.

She knew from an alteration in Remora's voice that he had straightened up.

Remora did, carrying her like a child as he staggered down the tunnel.

The Remora walked faster, following the outside edge of a vast and empty dome.

Remora smiled, his teeth visible in the light from the chute.

I'm glad they gave me conscious control of Remora.

Remora raised a hand as he had before.

Remora nodded again, his long bony face expressive of regret.

Remora had knelt beside the corpse; he rose shaking his head.

Spider did not reply; his eyes were on Remora.