I couldn't tell what she was saying, exactly. I don't think she was really saying anything you were supposed to be able to make out. It was just kind ...of a chant, y'know? Partly like a groaning noise, but with what kinda sounded like words, too -- all mixed up in there.Well, I wasn't supposed to be hearing any of this at all, much less making out what she was saying. It was just a special language, I think. I imagined she was saying, "Man, this is some first-class fucking, here!" But she didn't. They were piling up and Alexia was starting to feel a bit guilty, a bit of a sponge. She would have to figure out a way to repay her.The pizza arrived and they ate again in relative quiet, watching an old film on the TV as they drank soda and ate well. To Alexia’s relief, Emily hadn’t ordered pizza with pineapple. For a brief moment she feared that would be the trap, the catch, the reason she would have to pack up and leave. But no. Emily proved to be a human.She loved the evening they spent. The site had been tightly secured, and no information had been broadcast about its nature other than the encrypted report sent to President Davies. Rumors were rampant, of course, but Luisa had been surprised to learn that no one had any idea that Thomas’ team had discovered irrefutable evidence of an extraterrestrial race.A soft thump heralded the shuttle’s arrival; the pilot had performed the maneuver with finicky precision, and the green light of a good seal glowed over the outer hatch.. She had walked a few blocks already and there was no sign of a building with a cute cat-octopus hybrid logo on any of the buildings, it was her first-time inn in Japan after all. The navigation led her to a building with big doors, average looking from the outside, with no logo or indication of it being a studio, but the door was not locked so she decided to take her chance.Even though she had done her research as to what the Japanese dress code was for the interview, which was usually subtle.