The woman's small button nose shuffles above the inside of her suit as her heavy-lidded violet eyes blink with a dreamy demeanor.

"My name is Kamiila, but you may call me Kaaam if you wiiish." She sluggishly drawls her vowels.

"Where am I…? How did I get here…?" Loliel asks once more.

"Hmm, maybe I messed up my signure again and called someone elsee… I was looking for Patroller Miya and somehow got youu. How embarrassing, but oh weell. I'll just erase this index in your temporal lobe and be on my waay."

Kamilla raises her arm, her celeste-painted fingernails being the only limb noticeable past her long sleeves.

"W-wait! I know a Patroller Miya!" Loliel blurts while raising her hands in front of her.

Kamilla stops for a moment, then continues pointing with a second finger. "I don't believe youu."

"It's true! She came to Earth… Or, or, 4056-E on some type of mission, right?" Loliel attempts to convince her again.

"Ahh, you seem to know some things… Who are you agaiin?"

"My name is Loliel, my family and I had to flee our planet because its atmosphere was crushed, and it started to freeze due to—"

"… Due to Iuskuceti, your new native star. Yes, I understaand."

Loliel scrunches her eyes. "How did you know…?"

"Well, we're sharing the same mind space. That means that our minds are connecteed. I can see everything that you see, feel what you feel, and know what you know in consequencee. Speaking of consequence… Why are you without clothiing?"

Loliel looks down at her nude body, then covers her chest and pelvic area with reddened cheeks. "W-why am I like this? Did you do this to me?"

"As I stated befoore, this is a mental spaace and therefore whatever you believe to be true is made in accordance to this planee… So I'm assuming you're some sort of exhibitionist or shameless individual by naturee."

"I-I'm not an exhibitionist!" Loliel blurts. "I just got out of the shower alright!"

"Fufu… I'm just jooking. Like I said before, I learned everything about you as soon as you joined this plaace. Your race is humaan; Age is twenty-twoo; You like to read historical fictions with your best friend Koko but dislike sandwiches, especially with mayonnaise… What's mayonaaise? And who's Kokoo? "

"She's my friend… And that's a condimen-" Loliel shakes her head, trying to get ahold of the situation. "Wait, stop doing that! Just put some clothes on me please!"

Kamilla twirls her index finger around, and suddenly, Loliel's body is covered by a white layer of fabric. The cloth shielding her bosom then turns into a black sports bra with a zipper going down the middle, followed by a black and green fleece jacket covering her backside. Her pants then slim down onto her waist and thighs, becoming a pair of black fleece joggers with thread tapestries attached to her belt loop and back pockets.

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Loliel looks down at her feet, now shielded by a pair of black-heeled hightops with green outlines, then rubs her new clothing covering her body.

"This is… This is the clothing I picked out back in my room…."

Kamilla nods her head. "Mhmm, I suggested for your material body to put on clothes for you through your subconciouus. You are no longer revealing yourself, congraats."

Loliel sighs and crosses her arms. "Ok, thanks. Now, you basically know everything I know, correct?"

"Yeess."

"Then why are you trying to talk to me about Miya? Shouldn't you have already known that I knew her and where she was?"

Despite Kamilla's lower face being covered, her dimples compressing into her cheeks reveal her hinting smile.

"To put it blatantly, I know nothing but everythiing. Some people are great deceivers and can lie without setting off triggers in their nerve impulses. Others can be so deluded that they're self-told truths are really lies in bad foorm. I must be sure I can trust you before your mind processes our mental sphere into a memoory."

"… Memory? W-wait… What would've happened if you didn't trust me before?"

Kamilla's violet eyes give off a purplish gleam. Loliel shakes her head as a buzzing knocks around her eardrums. She then gasps and looks back at Kamilla with hazy eyes.

"Your best friend Koko would've found you deceased, with your brain sliding out of your ears in liquid foorm. I suppose you wouldn't have to worry about mayonaiise anymore, that would be a pluus."

Loliel looks at her with a mixture of concern and fear, finally realizing the situation's intensity. She takes a deep breath and straightens herself back up.

"… But I was not at all worried, for homo sapiens are too weak and don't harbor enough receivers to be of threat in mental spaces like thiis… No offense to you, of coursee... And you are not a liar, I know this to be truee."

Loliel smiles and shakes her head. "None taken. Now, what did you need from Patroller Miya? Is there anything I can do to help?"

Kamilla nods and wisps her hand into the air, creating an infinity shape with her index finger. A set of coordinates align themselves in the air in black letters in front of Loliel's face, along with a group of codes and numbers.

"I suppose you can relay this message to Miya for me, if you'd be so kiind. Coordinant Emelia would like her to report to our headquarters in the Qunova Quadrant, Sector 24 on our spacial hub positioned above Loneburto Picaa. Those are the coordinates and the warp-gate codes so you can shoot to the nearest hyper route and get here swiiftly."

Loliel nods her head and looks past the numbers at Kamilla. "Got it. I'll make sure she gets there."

"Thank youu. Coordinant Emelia will brief you on other information once you've made it here safeely. And, of course, you'll be compensated for getting her here safely through our beacon-assistance program, yaay. Are there any more questions for mee?"

"Not at all, you explained it quite thoroughly. Thanks!" Loliel beams.

Kamilla raises her hand and lays it flat in the air with a smile behind her long-collared suit. "Goodbye for now, human Loliel."

Loliel blinks, her eyes taking a moment to adjust back to her room's surroundings. She puts a hand up to her head and stumbles back, luck having it that her bed was nearby as she falls on top of it with a gasp.

Her eyes burned with the bottom of her lids becoming damper, while the back of her head was pounding as if something wanted to get out. Then, in a sudden relief, the pains all stopped at once, and she shook her head, raising herself up with a sigh. She looks down at her body, now covered in the clothing she had on before, while in the trance-like state.

"I guess, it was all for real then." Loliel admits while standing up and walking over to her computer desk.

She takes the patroller badge and shoves it in her pocket, then looks back at her computer screen at the picture of the red comet and English initials beside the image.

"I guess I'll ask her about it later." She murmurs while walking toward her door, allowing it to slide down on her exit.