Snapping himself back to reality, Dr. Shortle got a good look at Neville.
He said slowly, "Hope, is it?"
"Ah, yes…" Neville blinked, unable to understand what Dr. Shortle meant by that.
"Ah, no. I mean, I heard a lot about you."
"Me?" Neville asked, pointing his finger at himself.
"Yes. You made the AI Compass, right?" Dr. Shortle shook Neville's hands, "It had been a great help to our research to prevent mechas from getting lost in space."
"Ah, no, I was just lucky." Neville humbly reply shaking his hands back.
"There was no luck without hard work. You really worked hard."
Grayson had enough looking at their hands intertwined together. He had no choice but to grab Neville by the shoulder and pull him closer as he extracted their hands away from each other's grip.
He said calmly, as if he didn't do anything, "He's really great and capable.
