Chapter Three: The Salvation of Paradise

[Tessa]

“Honestly, I think we’d wind up back at square one. Whitey over there doesn’t seem real welcoming, I doubt he’d like us anymore if we explained this Kya chick to him.” Franki responded mentally, and then looking at the large bald man she merely blinked.
“We’re reality hoppers.” She said concisely, careful not to back down from the stranger. She’d seen worse, she worked with worse on the PD, “I think that explains my companions and I well enough.”

She had her doubts about this man being all knowing, but she wasn’t going to voice them anytime soon. Franki had been raised smarter than that.
“Anybody else think this is beginning to look like a waste of our time?”