[Querla glances down at her hand. Truth be told, she honestly doesn't make any physical contact with many people. Back home, not many people had wanted to shake the hand of the descendant of Brainiac, and as she'd grown, she'd learned to keep her appendages close to her body to discourage any ideas.]
I am part of a team of misfits--and I say that as politely as possible--who are charged with guarding the galaxy when their own stupidity does not cause them to trip over their own two feet. [She puts her hand back at her side, and looks at Philip.] Or destroying part of my lab.
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[Querla glances down at her hand. Truth be told, she honestly doesn't make any physical contact with many people. Back home, not many people had wanted to shake the hand of the descendant of Brainiac, and as she'd grown, she'd learned to keep her appendages close to her body to discourage any ideas.]
I am part of a team of misfits--and I say that as politely as possible--who are charged with guarding the galaxy when their own stupidity does not cause them to trip over their own two feet. [She puts her hand back at her side, and looks at Philip.] Or destroying part of my lab.