Sighing contentedly, Alodie threw herself onto her couch and thumbed the remote to turn the TV on. She deserved a night off. Or rather, a morning off. She had a supply of corn chex and almond milk and a backlog of Ancient Aliens to wade through. And thus far, Strytha had been blissfully silent as she made her plans for the day.

Why should Strytha care what you do with your leisure time, little one? You have worked hard and well at all Strytha has asked of you these past days. A rest is a decent enough reward for such things.

Well. Chuckling a little to herself, Alodie fixed the first bowl of cereal as she sat on the couch and dug into it hungrily as she picked na episode at random and settled back to watch. Really, it was amazing how more more depth this stuff took on once you knew aliens were ******** real and living amongst the regular folks. It was really a pity that Giorgio couldn’t sit down and chat with an officer. They’d soon set him on the right path to expose the senshi.

Why would any right thinking officer want to converse with that man? Strytha sounded mildly aghast at the thought. He’s little better than a charlatan. And one that looks as if he stuck his tongue into a light socket. When Metallia is ready to reveal her glorious self, there are much better people to choose than some quack.

“Are you ******** kidding me?” Alodie grumbled, offended to learn that her passenger didn’t share her passion for aliens. “Strytha, he’s a goddamn genius! I mean, seriously! Hold on a second. You, my ugly little friend, are about to be schooled.”

Setting her bowl aside, Alodie shot from the couch and towards the television, muttering to herself as she hunted out a collection of VHS tapes.

What are you doing, child?

“Giving you some lessoning for a change. We’re gonna goddamn well marathon Ancient Aliens today. And you may even learn you some s**t.”

With a crow of triumph, she found the tape she was looking for and shoved it into the VCR. Once satisified, she went back to the couch and curled up cat-like as theories of anicent alien life and how it had entwined with mankind rolled over her. From within, she could feel Strytha’s puzzled horror and it sputtered and tried to protest. Rather than argue back, she simply watched and thrilled to what was bread and butter to her soul.

After a short time, she could feel the youma’s puzzlement morph into amusement at around the same time that Giorgio’s hair began to get crazier. Well, okay, even she couldn’t deny that it was sort of funny. But still, she was not sensing the awe and wonder she’d expected from the youma. And when she silently questioned it, Strytha let out a low, hissing chortle.

Watch your stories, child. Enjoy them if they give you pleasure. Strytha is… tired and will take a nap. And before you protest, Strytha already knows about your ovipositor theory. Strytha is not really in the mood to debate such things.

She felt the youma withdraw and fidget slightly within, signaling that it had, indeed, curled up and intended to sleep.

“Your loss, dude,” Alodie murmured softly. “Your loss.”

Then, just because it seemed like the polite thing to do, she turned the volume of the TV down a touch just in case the noise might disturb the youma’s rest.