<div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="background-color:#353535; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;">For someone who clearly didn't originate from this planet, his body language clearly signaled discomfort and uncertainty. Or - did it? The more Hannah thought about it, the less sure she was. Much like his intestines could be folded up in his big toe, so could he actually be trying to tell her that he was about to turn her into alien protein bars. But he wasn't done surprising her. Hannah watched, leaning sideways on the bed so as to get a better view, as he startled from a thunder boom and from the completely harmless rain. She chuckled. The door had been left open, so the protein bar thing seemed unlikely. Maybe he had understood that she needed to go home, after all?<br/><br/>She got to her feet from the cross-legged position she had held on the bed, jumping the short distance from the cot to the floor and landing just a little unsteadily. <span style="color: #FF80BF"><span style="font-style: italic">As long as you don't puke in front of him, girl. If he's scared of rain, imagine what you spewing pools of stinking acid might do to him.</span></span><br/><br/>Hannah stood next to him and peered up at the sky. A light mist in the air had turned to big, fat raindrops, and she shielded her head with her arms and prepared to run for home. Except... She couldn't leave him. He wasn't just a complete stranger to her, he was a complete stranger to <span style="font-style: italic">the entire planet</span>. It had to be a beyond rough situation to be in.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF80BF">"So... You comin'?"</span> She tossed her head in a general direction away from the pod, envying him his hood, but also very relieved that he had one on. <span style="color: #FF80BF">"I'm not gonna spend ten minutes trying to convince you, y'know. I like getting wet about as much as you do."</span> She grinned, all teeth.</div></div>