Asmodia's grip tightens incrementally on Biscuit, who tolerates it for now with long-suffering patience. The corners of her mouth draw down -- why is she putting up with this, again? She just rescued him; the least he could do is not talk to her like she's some kind of idiot. It really doesn't help that she feels like an idiot for not knowing what he means by some of the words he's using (what the hell is a light-year?) and for sitting here trying to puzzle out what he means by saying he was 'on a ship' somewhere other than his planet.

"I meant that if there's a rift people are just falling through, maybe you shouldn't assume I'm the one who just came through it," she snaps in return.