"..."
"..."
"Are we really on Theran? Why do I feel like we've traveled to the past instead?"
"That can't be the case, Miss Hera. Look."
"Sshh, what are you doing just pointing at people?"
Hannah tried to stop Riley from stretching his hand and pointing at the table next to them. But alas, she was too late. The only thing she and the others could really do was look to where he was pointing, only to see one of the collar-wearing themarian fidgeting with a device—a device that projected a small and very sharp hologram.
No, it wasn't only him. Most of the themarians were all holding their own device; all of them producing their own projections.
"Here you go, honey ale for everyone. And milk for the gentleman!"
