I couldn’t understand a bit of the language—not that that surprised me.
Travis stepped through the hole in the exhaust tube, his form nearly transparent to me, and (I assumed) completely transparent to whatever was out there. In his place, I didn’t think I would have simply left.
Still, despite being hugely muscled and nearly seven feet tall, Travis could sneak around much better than I could. Throw invisibility in there, and I had to admit, he’d probably done the right thing. At any rate, he’d done one of a few possible “right things.”
I had no right to complain. We needed a scout then, and he was the best person to do it with Rachel scouting further up the ship.