<span style="color: #ff8000">"I think time is the one thing you do have plenty of. But I'm not worried about it, I think your explanation would put me to sleep after than any bed would."</span>She laughed softly and nodded.<span style="color: #ff8000"> "That's what I'm expecting to have happen. I'm going to wash and fill the bottles Whisperia gave me, take a shower, hopefully put him back down for rest then crawl into bed and stay there."</span><br/><br/>The woman's eyes crossed as she looked at the gun but didn't seem threatened by it at all. Once inside the man sat down and folded his arms.<span style="color: #666600">"Your apology would be lost in the wind. Neither of us are... well if you're familiar with 'Nalo', we are better versions of her. In every way. Where she let affection, pleasure, and empathy rule her my... sister and I are far more controlled. But because we lack some of the more humanizing features she had, we decided to speak with you and hopefully work with you to ensure your people are able to return to a quality of life that Nalo once provided."</span>He sat his briefcase on the desk and opened it to pull out a second, bright red folder.<span style="color: #666600"> "We will be mostly out of the public eye, all funding will be handled by us, all physical and magical labor will be handled by us. All we ask is that we're given the property Nalo once claimed. Any infrastructure she left behind will serve to make our jobs here easier. Oh, and neither of us will be procreating. We weren't built to do that, we were built to educated and wash the savages of this land. Thankfully for us both, you are presumably washed and not a savage. But technology needs to be shared all the same."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>