human
Hell's feathers, it was _you_!
gpt
It was your voice! When I asked--
human
Lizzie, I believe you're right. I have a sort of vague memory of someone asking how I was--and I gave what I took to be a truthful answer. I remember it seemed quite inconceivable that I could be alive. In fact I still don't understand it. Neither Yardo nor Miss Laydon could tell me. How _did_ you get me out of that ship?
gpt
So except for this one man who saw you, you left no traces at all?
human
Do you know, five minutes later there were at least twenty men in that bay, most of them scientists? They don't seem to have found anything suspicious. Visibility was bad, of course, and you can't leave foot-prints in shingle--