"No, no it's not funny. It's fuckin' hilarious." Odessa can't help but laugh at it herself. "My hand to the supposed Gods," and she presses her right hand to the left side of her chest before holding it up as if to demonstrate her honour. "A flying monkey threw rocks at me." Her smile is bright as she shrugs. It's the truth! What can you do?
She doesn't quite settle back into seriousness. She's not always terribly good at that, truth be told. "They were humanoid, mostly. They seem to target Xenians. Reminds me of hunter bots back home, but those were like animals. And not several storeys tall, generally speaking." She flips through menu screens on the mobile until she finds the video she's looking for, holding it up for his inspection while she experimentally pokes at her forehead with the fingers of the opposite hand, checking for feeling.
True enough, there's somewhat blurry footage of what could actually be monkeys with wings that blinks out and in again, as Odessa teleports closer. Tinny running commentary is heard in the background with such observations as those are feathers!, aww, lookit his little face!. Clearly Doctor Wander is serious about her research. There's a long line of colourful and rather creative language as the rock plummets toward the lens, narrowly avoiding it, and the image skews to one side as Odessa apparently falls, then it cuts out entirely.
"If I had died, it would have been tragic." Hands folded in her lap now, she tips her face upward and closes her eyes, waiting obediently for the fun part to begin.
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She doesn't quite settle back into seriousness. She's not always terribly good at that, truth be told. "They were humanoid, mostly. They seem to target Xenians. Reminds me of hunter bots back home, but those were like animals. And not several storeys tall, generally speaking." She flips through menu screens on the mobile until she finds the video she's looking for, holding it up for his inspection while she experimentally pokes at her forehead with the fingers of the opposite hand, checking for feeling.
True enough, there's somewhat blurry footage of what could actually be monkeys with wings that blinks out and in again, as Odessa teleports closer. Tinny running commentary is heard in the background with such observations as those are feathers!, aww, lookit his little face!. Clearly Doctor Wander is serious about her research. There's a long line of colourful and rather creative language as the rock plummets toward the lens, narrowly avoiding it, and the image skews to one side as Odessa apparently falls, then it cuts out entirely.
"If I had died, it would have been tragic." Hands folded in her lap now, she tips her face upward and closes her eyes, waiting obediently for the fun part to begin.