[Caleb doesn't need to tell him twice. Ezra grabs the corner of the tarp the other boy is holding up and slides under it as fast as he can before tucking the edge down around them. Despite his racing heart, he tries to breathe as slow and soft as he can, not saying anything now, because he can hear voices now. Voices of people in the hold. Eyes wide, he grips Caleb's arm, holding still.]

"...get the manifests, you start lining up the stuff we need to offload."

[The reply that came was in a language Ezra didn't know. He couldn't help but tense, wondering if they'd been discovered.

The first speaker just huffed in response, though.]

"Yeah, yeah. I'll get the cargo doors open as soon as we're cleared to unload. Keep your scales on."

[One set of footsteps retreated, and then there was only the sound of alien grumbling.]