I mean, after all, they always seem to know where we are every moment, anyway. Plus, there's always this if they think we're getting into places we shouldn't." Meredith held up her arm bearing the neon pink cuff. The alien adjusted itself on the pillows. "You have asked that question repeatedly, and we always give you the same answer. You are beginning to irritate us." To Meredith's surprise, the creature got up and left the lounge, followed by two more, until there was only herself and two others left in the room. "Hey, I'm sorry," she apologized to the remaining products. F'Orlo bobbed her body. "You are at that stage. We understand. Do not worry about Krarrrasta. Some of us have less tolerance than others." "Stage? What stage?" "You are melancholy." "So what? Don't you miss your world? Your friends and family? Your old life?" "I do on occasion.
