"You have absolutely been the most interesting candidate that has ever been through the mating process." Mexyn gave Tempest her signature tight smile.
Tempest blinked a few times. She was still trying to regulate her body. On the outside she seemed calm but just as before, on the inside, it felt like she was going insane.
That whole ordeal with Dron replayed over and over in her mind. She couldn't make heads or tails of it.
"I'm happy that someone seems to be getting something out of this." Tempest sighed and squeezed her hands open and closed over and over again.
Her nerves were wound up tight.
"I would really like to get some information from you." Mexyn looked at Tempest, the excitement pouring from the alien's eyes. Tempest didn't understand what the big deal was. So Dron was going to fight for her. I'm sure the alien had gotten into scraps for less.
When Tempest didn't reply right away, she watched Mexyn's eyes furrow a little. "You do know what happened, do you not?"
