Had it been any other alien, she probably would’ve resisted. The last time James had been moved, they’d had to drug her. This time she packed willingly, collapsing her acoustic guitar and tossing it into her bag along with the textbook and all the notes she’d taken so far. The satchel barely fit her handful of possessions, but James made it work. A few more seconds and she’d tossed it over her shoulder, hurrying across the room to the stairwell.