The spindly woman settled hands on her hips and raised her nose at the man with cold disinterest, saying: "The cyborgs are voluntarily neutered, if that's what you are implying. My personal preferences are hardly as basic as flesh would allow. Now," she lowers her face provocatively with a thin smile, "I'm interested. You said you studied the forsaken planet..." she snapped her fingers, her long index pointing to a hollow that used to be a wall until now, bathed in unnatural lavender light, a strange crystalline effigy inside, organic as if fossilized, and very clearly alien of origin. She spent a moment gazing it lovingly, and asks "Perhaps you can identify what this is?"
Her challenging expression returns to the Venator, full of expectation. She wanted him to win the quiz, and take this rendez-vous to a place of more adventure. But she had conditions, she wouldn't settle for a mere braggart. The ancient relic stood suspended in a weightless state before them, twisted in a sick harmony, hourglass-like and enticing, its purpose unknown. Its tip was coalescing in an orgy of single-minded direction, its opposite side a chaotic mess of protrusions, almost praying for recognition. Of insanity, knowledge, and ancient memories untold.
Nana's body both presented this cacophony of shapes and seemed territorial about it. Her posture made sure to demonstrate ownership and mastery over the artifact. The slightest lick graced her lips in anticipation of Dave's bid on its secrets.
