Aaron stayed silent, his eyes moving around the white room as his brain worked overtime trying to find some angle, some deflection, some way to sidestep the question entirely.
He found nothing useful. Karen's fingers were still tracing idle patterns, and her scent continued its quiet assault on his ability to think in straight lines.
Between the two of them, his poor brain was operating at a fraction of its usual capacity.
So he gave in.
"Uhm, I was dropped into the world without any information and my mission was to reach the capital city Drax." He began carefully, pausing at intervals whenever Karen's fingers grazed somewhere that sent his concentration scattering.
She noticed his willingness to talk and pulled back slightly, putting a small margin of distance between them, and with a casual ease that involved no gesture, no snap, no theatrical flourish of any kind — two metallic chairs simply existed where nothing had been a moment before.
