Maybe one day. [With the tone of someone who's going 'hm, better not'. He's already crossed too many lines by telling him he's an alien, he's just lucky he didn't go into any specifics.]
I'm afraid you would find it pretty boring, though.
When he answers, he'll see Red, obviously unharmed, praise Nah Notek, but her face is ashen and eyes worried. Probably a rare sight to see, a frightened Red Plains Rider.]
Oh, Croach! [She loses her composure for a moment, so relieved to see he wasn't dead in the city somewhere like her still-recovering psyche is trying to make her believe, that tears come to her eyes. She tries to talk like crying wass so not a thing that was happening.] Are--you're okay, right? You ain't hurt or-or, uhh, yer Nah Notek doesn't seem broke or nothin', right?
Well, I, uh... [She tilts her face up as if to think of how to word it, but also as if to suck tears back into her eyeballs.] Somethin's happenin' here an', it's like . . . yanno the last trial of the Heero's K'west? Somethin'--somethin' like that just happened. To me.
Yeh, you better not. [She calms down a bit with a quick rub to her eyes and nose, getting rid of any incriminating wetness, glowering at him through the screen.] I'd have'ta hog tie ya an' string ya up fer makin' me worry so.
[There's a loud sound off to the side from her hidey hole, and she glances over, then back to Croach, sighing.]
All right, Blue One...got the feelin' I'm gonna be late tonight. But I need ya to be waitin' fer me with yer arms ready fer some high quality huggin, ya got me?
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