The machine was distracting, humming behind the woman with the strange accent in the strange clothes with the strange curiosity and that wasn’t even considering the fact that she’d appeared out of nowhere. Abigail was beginning to get irritated over the lack of answers she was receiving and the sheer amount of confusion she was getting in its place. “Of course it’s this advanced.” She snarled, irate. “We might be a little bit slum but that don’t mean we’re obsolete.”
Abigail’s pale gray eyes raked across the slender woman’s form, judging and discerning, before settling on the cabinet behind her. Shushing a machine was completely pointless; besides, the hum of the machine wasn’t irritating. To the contrary, she quite liked it, though she was more than a bit biased. Well, she didn’t like it as much as she might if it hadn’t crashed into her wall. “Time machine? Are you from the capitol? Z’at why you’re wondering about my ion blaster?” Automatically defensive, she snapped the button to power on the weapon. “I obtained it legally, though I ain’t a bit afraid to use it illegally if the need so arises. And don’t be stupid, time machines are a myth, ain’t nobody managed to make one.”
“Madam, nothing is impossible!” She patted the metal cupboard fondly. “There are such strange things in the world; haven’t you ever noticed? Those stars in the sky are dead by now, yet they still shine so very brightly for us. Arguably, that would be considered time travel, wouldn’t it?” The Asian woman smiled once again. “Just trust me, alright? Or at the very least, believe me. I mean you no harm, and I’m not from…whatever this ‘capitol’ is.”
