Alloran in his Andalite form has also not generally been evident. He's been a bird, or a gigantic vaguely spiderlike, vaguely starfishlike rocky monster. Both of those handled the heat and light better than he would have, and for the most part he's in decent condition. He's tired, but pushing through it; there needs to be a watch kept, and he's walking it when he sees her.

<Stacia,> he says, and some concern gets through the general weariness. Awkwardly. <Are you... in some distress?>