The man grabbed her luggage, with tea-tree helping him. Out of the sheer goodness of her heart, Precious also grabbed a bad. Now, it was a small one, and it was really more of a token gesture, but Precious hoped that this big hulking man - who probably had the intellect of her small dog back home - and he said that they were going to 'blow this popsicle stand'. Then, he called her 'sweetheart' and Tiara's eyes narrowed. She would be sure to berate him for that later. However in the moment he got them out of this horrid place where the bad people were so evidently trying to harm her (because it was, after all, all about her) and they made their way to the hangar where his<i> vehicle</i>was.<br/><br/>Precious looked at him with surprise and borderline disgust in her eyes. She considered saying something pithy like 'you came in that thing? you're braver than I thought!' But somehow, it felt like an obvious statement. So, she went with sticking to the facts. “I’m paying you 10,000 space credits for that?! And just what in the name of King Roland is a Def . . .”<br/><br/>The Plebeian Pilot (she'd forgotten his name already, but she was far too important to remember such things, anyhow) answered. And he might notice that, as he swore (regarding women's underwear), Tee-Tree's eyes glowed a deep red. That was all that happened. This time. Tiara looked at the vehicle and she sighed slightly, but she stepped forward to inspect it properly. After all, he was only one of the little people (father called Space-Hogs like him the 'Scum of the Earth' … or was it Salt. Maybe it was Scalt…. oh, anyway, it was muddy and dirty and not at all like her). So, she figured he would be pleased that someone like her took time to inspect his tiny little carriage.<br/><br/>“Both words aren’t even spelled right.” Precious commented, helpfully.<br/><br/>“I fuckin’ know that!” Reggie (that was his name, right? Yes, she was sure) said and, as he did, there was a low-pitched buzzing noise from Tea-Tree. Precious knew what that meant and so she assumed that he did, too. Why wouldn't he?<br/><br/>“And what’s the story about all that red, white, and blue?” she asked. By all the Gods of Druidia this man was boring, but she was a Druish Princess and if there was one thing she knew how to do it was talk to dull people. At least, she thought, he wasn't ugly or yawning. Valium wasn't ugly, but he looked rather like a blonde puppy which had been dropped in the bath. Reggie answered, but Tiara didn't hear him, because she wasn't listening. She smiled, brightly, and looked like she was.<br/><br/>“Why don’t you just paint over it?” He was obviously struggling with simple things - which was odd considering he was obviously one himself - and so she thought she'd help him.<br/><br/>“I tried that,” he answered, “amongst all kinds of other things as well. It’s got some kinda protective coating, so no matter what I do, I can’t fucking get rid of it.”<br/><br/><i>"Alright Mister!"</i>Tee-Tree piped up.<i>"That's enough swearing in front of the Princess."</i><br/><br/>"Tee-Tree, it's fine. He can't help himself," Precious said and again, the low-pitched buzzing noise. But they climbed aboard the bus and Reggie dropped her luggage. Tee-Tree moved to pick it up and arrange it. But, Tiara's gaze was taken by the person aboard. “She’s a cat. And she stands up like us.” Well that was unexpected. Precious was suddenly deeply curious about this cat. Could she, in fact, lick her own bum? What an unusual thought, the Princess considered and she made herself not stare.<br/><br/>"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mia," Tiara said with her best smile. Mia Yoww? This poor woman's parents must have really hated her. It was a good job that the things couldn't.... “She talks, too?!” Tiara was rather amazed at this turn of events. She was about to say something when suddenly Reggie grabbed hold of her and man-handled her into a chair. She looked up at him in amazement as he<br/><i> dared</i>to touch her with his large, strong hands. Brown eyes were wide and she was sitting down in the chair before she realised.<br/><br/>The cat-woman howled and, as they shot out like a cork from a bottle, Tiara felt her stomach do flip-flops. Closing her eyes, she clutched on to the single bag she had picked up. It was small, and although there was a very similar pattern to hers, it was obviously (now that she looked at it) a cheap knock-off. She glanced inside and her eyebrow raised. "Um. Reggie?" She wasn't entirely sure she'd ever used the word<i> um</i>before now. "You picked up this and handed it to me. It isn't mine." Holding it out to him, she raised an eyebrow. "I'd never carry anything so obviously cheap." That said, she unceremoniously dropped the bag into his lap. Tiara, apparently entirely unaware of any damage to him that might do asked. "How long to Flibbertigibbet?"