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Ahhhh!

[The Boov recoils in surprise, turning yellow with fright before back to purple. Humans persons were not allowed inside of the Boov bubble ship]

Where for you come from? You are not to be losing in here!

[Okay, his English is a little...off. But that makes no difference, what was he supposed to do with a girl in his ship?]

*Well, technically she's a human person, but an elf person, still... she's pretty sure she's not supposed to be here!*

I told you I am not lost. I know exactly where I am. I just do not know where here is. Or what it is for that matter.

[He wrings his hands...at least they look like hands. The creature has 8 pods for legs and ear tentacles. He skitters around, worried that the other Boov will be coming back soon and see her.]

You cannot to be here, you needs to hide!

[Before she can protest, he's pushing her towards a small cupboard.] Here, you can to de-hide in here.

Wha- WAIT! You cannot shove me into a cupboard! Especially without a proper introduction first! How do I know you are not some sort of odd Orc who is putting me aside for a snack or something equally foul??

*And she's going to dig her heels into the ground and not move an inch.*

[His feet windmill, slipping on the floor as she refusing to move. He tries forwards, then backwards to push.]

Why do you not to listen?? I am speaking the English, why doos you not move?

[Humans persons were so stubborn! Eventually his feet slip and he falls on his face.] Ow pain.

Because I don't want to be eaten by a- a- whatever you are!

*Still when he fell over, she looked slightly concerned. Her kind nature overpowered her suspicions for a moment, at least enough to look concerned.*

Are you alright? Why do you want me to get into the cupboard so badly?

"Well. That is a bird of another feather. Did you maybe lose your adult instead?"

[He gets up, brushing himself off. At her exclamation, he grins and chuckles, waving it off.]

No no no, Boov do not eat humans persons. You are not nearly crunchy enough.

[His initial anxiety comes back as he realizes she is still here. On board the ship.] I am hiding you from the other Boov. They will be capturing you if you do not to hide.

"I don't have an adult."

Well, that wasn't entirely true. Someone had been appointed to look after her, of course, her kin would not just simply leave her entirely on her own, but she is not overly fond of them, so she doesn't think of them as hers.

"Not really."

Capture me? Why?! What for?

[He seems confused by her question. Bringing up a picture on the viewscreen of a map.]

This planet is for Boov. Humans persons are moving to Happy Humans Town. You cannot be here in Smeckland.

[Now. He was calling it Smeckland, but it was still Middle Earth. Apparently the Boov were invading and moving everyone else to a small portioned off place somewhere south. They had houses and food, everything set up for them already.]

You are trying to take our land from us?

*Her eyes darken just a little as she looks at that map.*

Our forest?

Pandora tilts her head to peer down at the smaller girl. Her long fingers toy with the elastic wrist of her gloves. "I don't have one, either," she says, in a conspiratorial tone. "Where do you come from?"

We are not to be taking, we are to be living.

[As if he didn't understand the concept of invasion.]

Humans persons will be happier in Happy Humans Town.

*Her eyes grew wide at the very idea of being removed from her home and sent to some... town.*

We certainly will not be happier! We are Wood-elves! You cannot simply come in and rip us out of our trees and away from our homes! My kin would die first! I would die first!

"The Greenwood." She replied, looking up curiously at the stranger. "I am a ward of the Woodland Realm. What of you?"

[More hand wringing, this is not going as well as he had hoped.]

Please to be keeping your voice down! This is why you must de-hide.

[He had his doubts about the whole relocation thing, but like most Boov, they followed their leader Captain Smeck's orders willingly, believing that they were always the right thing to do.]

"California, properly, I think. Massachusetts after that. London now, probably." She shrugs. "Where does one find the Greenwood?"

Where do you belong?

*She doesn't trust him. He just told her his people were trying to take their forest from them. But at the moment, she did not have any other choice.*

Fine. I will hide, but we have to put a stop to this. Otherwise, many lives will be lost.

She frowned a little, unsure of how to answer that question.

"Rhovanion. East of the Misty Mountains."