In a windowless room draped with media equipment of every variety, the sraigsar waited nervously for the interview Slica had arranged for her.
The seconds seemed to stretch on for hours in her worried state. For a moment Gal wondered if agreeing to this had all been a huge mistake on her part. It wasn’t as though her explanation would change what had happened.
A small figure approached then. They had a cat-like appearance with particularly long ears and a bushy tail.
“Gallus, hello! I’m Tyrn from Tabby Star TV,” the reporter greeted with a toothy smile. “Thank you for coming.”
In an effort to be polite, the sraigsar dipped her head in acknowledgement. “Thanks for having me.”
“Of course! When Slica asked me to handle your exclusive interview this morning, I couldn’t say yes fast enough.”
“Why is that exactly?”
“Oh, right to the point! I like that,” the reporter cupped her hands to