"So what are you?" Lay asked softly, while dusting dirt off her leather shirt and pants—the same garments Mr. Valen had worn moments before.
In turn, Mr. Valen wore hers which was much more comfortable than his previous clothing.
He'd seized her clothes by force—a technicality that didn't violate their deal since he hadn't harmed her.
"Are you another species of Alien?" The woman continued again, her eyes narrowed to slits as she walked closer while brandishing her blade.
Unfortunately, Mr. Valen seemed threatened by that, no, that was an understatement, he didn't like that at all, "What. Are. You. Doing?" He asked, his voice glacial, his eyes darkening slightly.
"Huh?" Lay hummed quizzically before sheathing her blade, "Why are you so jumpy? It's not like I could hurt you even if I wanted to. I don't want to die."
"Die?" Mr. Valen echoed while still keeping his distance, "What makes you think you'll die?"
