Hyong entered the shelter and unzipped his parka.
“You were gone a long time,” said Captain Kim.
“Yes,” Hyong said and reached for the tea kettle. “The Inquisitor had many questions.”
Kim grunted. “I do not like that name.”
“It is certainly a translation, but it is not a mistake.”
“Now I like it less.”
Now Hyong grunted. “It has reason to inquire.” He paused. “Any word from home?”
Kim shook his head. “No. Interference remains strong. We know they are trying to make contact but we cannot connect.”
Hyong sipped his tea and grimaced. Miss Ryu made it better.