"So, what is your purpose in Terra?" Vlad's eyes bore into the duo, his A.I. Chip meticulously tracking every microexpression and vital signal, searching for any hint of deception.
Vlad did not blindly hate aliens, nor did he trust Freya and the viking race from Valhalla. He felt a strong connection to the young woman and was captivated by her beauty and strength, but that was far from enough for him to lower his guard. Until he knew more about them, he would remain vigilant.
Freya remained silent after hearing Vlad's question. Her eyes, sharp as a hawk's, darted towards the young man, her intent clear.
Vlad was momentarily confused before a small smile appeared on his face. The woman wanted to know about his race and background before answering more questions. He thought for a moment about the type of answer he would give until one came to mind.
