Harker had pulled her all the way into that planetary exhibit outside. The sun was going down, and fewer students were roaming around, most of them taking night classes.
"Alright. How much did you hear?" He asked, his eyes glowing for some reason.
Artea yanked her hand away, and looked away almost sheepishly. "Barely anything comprehensible. I heard you yelling to him about your father, and then you two started talking about gods and monsters and otherwordly things…. Theories about the meteor, all that…. I can't understand a single thing. Then there's this vertigo. What was that?"
Harker rubbed his face. "You really heard more than you should."
Artea crossed her arms. "And how much exactly is 'more than I should'? Up to the point where you were talking about dinosaurs?"
