He flashed very sharp, very white teeth at her and grunted. The truck shimmered and changed until in its place stood a rectangular silver shuttle. Rose stumbled back, then had to suppress the urge to squeal. She'd never seen anything like it. She'd never admit it to him, but this was superior technology.
"How did you do that? How do I go inside?" The Zyrgin technology was wonderful, but the thought of battling such an advanced race with access to such technology scared her. If they'd only been a few aliens, maybe humanity stood a chance. But the clip he'd played had shown thousands upon thousands of aliens marching through the streets.
He grunted again, and a door slid open and a ramp appeared. "So, all the time I thought I was riding in a truck it was a spaceship?"
"Shuttle and yes."
She didn't know what intimidated her more: the fact that he had a small spaceship to fly around in, or that he'd been able to make her think it was a truck. "Can I go inside?"
"Yes."