"Oho." The Prime Minister held his chin for a moment. "The spaceship you took, huh?" He slowly placed his hand on the ship's metallic exterior. "There's something here you want to show me?"
"Yes." Roka nodded as she walked into the ship. "Let's head inside. We probably don't have much time."
"Is that so?"
"Yes."
"Can I ask why?"
"As you probably know, we still use it."
"Right, I didn't quite understand why though."
"One of us really likes living here, so I would prefer if we were out before she comes back."
"Could it be that… What was the name she shouted? Aquamarine?"
"Uh, sure." Roka scratched her head. "That's not her name, but yeah."
"And she likes living here?"
"She loves it."
"I see." The Prime Minister nodded. "Can I get a tour-"
"No, we're going straight to my room."
"My, my…"
"That's where I'm keeping it." Roka added with cold eyes.
"Of course." The Prime Minister nodded with a smile. "Don't mind an old man making some jokes."
