"Mr Farlow has been a creature? A sylph for that matter? How come?" It was the last thing she expected when she got forced to come to the mystical world.
"Angel, what the hell?" Sirena asked, panicking as her eyes threatened to pop out of their sockets in disbelief.
"He's a sylph." The robot replied as a matter of fact, angering Sirena even more.
"Uh, yeah! I can see that!" She cried out like a child.
"I don't know if I'm happy to be here. I want to go home." She said further, staring at nothing in particular at this point. She looked lost and numb.
"There's no home for you." The ai replied.
"Ugh! What am I doing here!" Sirena ran her hands through her hair in frustration, feeling the strands fall back down gracefully. If only her life was as graceful as the strands of her hair, but a passenger could only wish.
