<em>"So many questions..."</em><br/><strong>(A)</strong><em>"Well, you certainly have a lot of questions... Are you sure you really want to know all of that in one go?"</em>Meg felt kind of awkward, her cheeks blushed a bit even. But just a bit!<br/><em>"Calm down, Meg, it's just questions. Oh and..."</em><br/><strong>(A)</strong><em>"I am sorry, I'm afraid we can't give you any samples to "tinker" with. First of all, you don't seem like a biologist or doctor..."</em>Meg alllowed Zal to speak for a moment. The eyes changed and the voice distorted as usual.<br/><strong>(A)</strong><em>"That is rather rude, Zal... And yeah, names. My name is Megan. And that was Zaldira..."</em>Meg interrupted Zal, but due to being somehow nerveous about this whole conversation(not many people were so interested in her in a long time, asking so many questions...), she let Zal speak again, not being able to hold her back. Eyes changed back and forth as Meg or Zal were taking control of the body.<br/><strong>(A)</strong><em>"So like I said, we can't give you any samples. After all, you woldn't cut off your own third arm here to give it for studies to someone, am I right?"</em>Zal smiled. Well, with Meg's face, obviously. And for now, remained in charge, while Meg was a little bit confused.<br/><em>"Zal, you are being rude... Stop it, please?"</em><br/><em>"No, I'm not."</em><br/><em>"Then let me speak to him instead. Okay?"</em>Meg gathered all her will in a clenched fist(not literally, but in her mind) and pushed back Zal to the pasanger seat. The eyes went back to normal, as well as the voice too.<br/><strong>(A)</strong><em>"I'm sorry for Zaldira here. She's sometimes a bit rude to people."</em><br/><em>"No, I'm not!"</em>Zal exclaimed, but Meg decided to ignore this interruption.<br/><strong>(A)</strong><em>"We spent far too much time together, with just the two of us. Not used to so much interaction with others."</em>Meg awkwardly scratched the back of her head. A moment of weakness, like any person can have in their life at some point, in conversations especially.<br/><strong>(A)</strong><em>"And now suddenly, a whole team, a new ship... It's rather confusing for now. We just need a bit of time to adjust."</em><br/><em>"Maybe to you it is..."</em>Whispered Zal.<br/><em>"What?"</em><br/><em>"Nope. Not talking to ya."</em>Zal sounded a little bit insulted.<br/><em>"Alright..."</em>Meg made an implied shrug in her mind. Zal obviously understood it.<em>"But you still need to be a bit more friedly to people."</em><br/><em>"I'd like to hear what you'd say if someone suggested to cut off a piece of you and disect it like a test subject. So no, still not talking to ya."</em>Right now Zal sounded... Scared? That's something new. She obviously was just as nerveous, as Meg is. But at least was better at hiding it - she's not controling the body, she's "inside" after all.<br/><em>"Alright..."</em>Meg made another implied shrug in her mind.<em>"Then we'll discuss it later, alright?"</em>