The word ‘war’ bounced around in his head even as she stopped talking and he was immediately confused and worried. From how he imagined the Demon Warriors, if there was a war it wouldn’t be pretty. Earth wasn’t exact ally prepared to be crushed by aliens. Matthew continued to scribble things down, question after question popping into his head to ask his new companion in his head.
I’m a scientist, it’s my job to ask questions and figure things out. Plus, I’m curious, it’s not every day you get a person talking to you in your head.
His words had a bit of pride with them and he seemed happy to be able to tell someone he was a scientist that didn’t already know.
Can I ask you a few more questions Xiomara? Does your kind have genders? I feel bad calling you it or they, unless that’s what you go by. Why does your kind want a war with us? What do you look like?