Irving manifests his rifle, panicked.

Irving: How-! HOW IS IT TALKING?!?!?!

The girl furrows her brows. She turns around and points at herself.

Little Cheth: Same as you, artichoke-head. With my FACE.

Lani squares up and readies a kick, but holds it.

Lani: What do we do?! It's a BABY! Can it hurt us? ...Why does it look so tired?

The girl looks fed up, gesturing with her pink gloved hand.

Little Cheth: Because IT got woken up at four in the morning! All because you morons FINALLY decided to show up!

Pavel splashes over to her, their light bubbles intersecting. She looks at him, unsure and still tired.

Pavel: I'm so sorry we woke you! Thank you for guiding us here!

He extends a hand into her light bubble.

Pavel: I'm Pavel. What's your name?