Planet MIRKA.
"What's she doing all by herself?"
Drake walked out of a circular building, which had a different look on the inside. Don't ask him, he had no idea what the outer walls were made off. Probably when he gets back to Earth, he would find a name for it. Because he knew too well that asking Chloe was as useless as not asking at all.
"What are you thinking about?"
He got to her. She was leaning on a railing which seemed to had been made from multicolored tampered glass. The railing was beautiful and sturdy.
"Not something a nether one can process."
She replied, not paying an attention to him. He scoffed, he did expect such response.
"What why do you even call me that? Is that what we humans are to you? Nether ones? Isn't that a lame title?"
She rolled her eyes at him. He wasn't intimidated, he kept up the gaze.
