<span style="color: darkorchid">"Hmmm I think I understand..." </span>Gretchen looked at the word, turning her head sideways as if that would somehow make the almost nonsensical alien scribblings legible. It was one thing to read diddifcult handwriting in a human language, it was another to read language written by a species lacking proper hands. Still, Gretchen had a glint of pride at the shiny gold star on her chest. She had, after all, never been one to bow away from praise. "<span style="color: darkorchid">So that's pronounced..."</span><br/><br/>Her mouth opened and she let out a sort of chirping gurgle in rough imitation of the noise Sensei had expectorated. Of course, given that not only was she human in design but built specifically for human language, the words that came out of her mouth in rough Alienese could be best translated as "<span style="color: darkorchid">The seeking of the lovely molestation by the beloved Overlords</span>" not that she knew. After all surely it couldn't be too far off from the original statement in her mind, could it?<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>