Bella looks around. There is no one else at the bus stop; the nearest pedestrian is a block away. She speaks softly anyway. "Descriptions of the ships, everything I can remember about what the aliens looked like and what Elfangor had to say about them - that'll be a reasonable benchmark for how good my memory is if we can turn into Andalites now - everything I can remember about what Elfangor said about morph limits and Yeerk numbers and how to starve them, what Visser Three said, how the - thought-speaking - seemed to work, my best guess about how long it took me to morph into Andi versus how long it took Visser Three to turn into the Antarean Bogg, the fact that we can acquire from blood. You hung back with Elfangor for a second; did he say anything else? I neglected to ask him how many morphs we can get - the limit probably isn't very low or he would've said, he seemed like he was definitely trying to be helpful..."