( A/N: I know previous chapter isn't fixed, and this one's ruined as well, but I assure you that I am going to fix it. I am just waiting for my laptop, sorry for the inconvenience… Truly. )
"So for starters, can you tell me the name of your species, dear brother?"
Aaron stood very still for a moment.
This was the kind of question that required a brief internal meeting — the sort where various parts of your brain gather around a table, look at each other, and collectively decide on a strategy for the next thirty seconds of your life.
His strategy turned out to be: look around casually, as if the question had been directed at someone else, or possibly at the large metallic walls themselves.
The walls did not answer. He was forced to.
"What is that supposed to mean, Ariana?" He turned to look at her.
