Funny, Aradia was just coming to the opposite conclusion. The closer they came to the ship, the more foreign it looked, all sharp points and harsh edges, bristling like a pissed-off sea urchin. And it was bigger than it had appeared at first glance, too - when it was all in one piece, it must have been enormous. It wasn't just a warship, it was overkill.

And the Disciple had said it was "ours." That was a little bit worrying right there.

"If you say so," she said, but she picked up the pace slightly. Not enough to be running per se, certainly not fleeing, but noticeably quicker nonetheless.