"I believe you said it's a Guardian?"
Cyndee's bald head shine even though the light inside the hangar was dim; If one were to place Cyndee on Earth, then one would surely mistake the owner of this bald head to just be one of the species.
The only thing giving him—her out to be alien was her voice. Her voice carried a certain tremble in it, it was also effortlessly loud. And with each opening of her mouth, there was this whistle that would make an Earthling tilt his head from how uncomfortable the sound was.
As for how Riley figured that Cyndee was a she even with her bald and hairless head, well—she had a pair of bosoms that rivaled even that of Katrina's.
"..." Cyndee really only looked at Riley for a few seconds; her body instinctively backing away as she looked at Xra, asking if she should answer Riley's question telepathically.
