There was nothing close at hand. Vieve’s muffled laughter brought Starling’s attention back to the woman. “Your expression is so cute. I can’t help but laugh.” Vieve chuckled more. Starling was betting her attitude and words wouldn’t be so cute if she were the same height as the people around her. They should be insulted and offended. But getting upset about their reactions only served to raise her blood pressure. She looked at the breakfast table. She was hungry thanks to her stomach’s refusal to digest the pelbuah soup but her appetite waned when she contemplated eating again. She hoped lunch turned out better. She faced Vieve. “Tell me about this translation project. How do I get my language into the database?” Vieve pulled out another tablet. She tapped it a few times, probably inputting information via some unseen keys, and then handed it to Starling. “This is the translation project. It was founded many generations ago when the Gorov Empire started expanding.”
