<div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="background-color:#353535; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><span style="color: #FF80BF">"Boy, that's a li'l early for that, isn't it?"</span> Hannah snickered to herself as she sat on the bed opposite the alien. She laughed out loud as crude thoughts of whether or not he reproduced in the same way as humans entered her mind. He was looking at her something awful, like he was demanding an explanation for why she was here but long since given up hope of actually getting one.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF80BF">"You look like something from a book,"</span> said Hannah unimaginatively. The silence was getting to be uncomfortable for her, even in her cheery tipsy state. The alien looked tired to the bone. She found that weird, because from what she could see, there wasn't much else to this pod than the bed they were sitting on. He must have slept all the time. Then again - traveling did make you tired. And this one had traveled far indeed, if she were to judge.<br/><br/>Coming out of his stupor, he turned to her and prodded her like <span style="font-style: italic">she</span> was the interesting one here. Hannah's mouth twisted, and she prodded him right back, right in his stomach. Was it still a stomach? His digestive system could be in his legs, for all she knew. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF80BF">"So, you gonna let me out some time, or what?"</span> She asked, gesturing to where the door approximately was. <span style="color: #FF80BF">"I have work tomorrow, man. You're cool and all, but I don't think they'll consider 'meeting an alien in the park while alone and drunk' a valid excuse for not coming in."</span></div></div>