Whisper nearly broke out into laugher. 'Oh, wow. You have much to learn about how beauty defines us, my apprentice,' she said jokingly.
She leapt off her bed, and landed on the floor with little sound... she was indeed pretty light on her feet. 'Alright, here's what I'm going to do, and no disagreement,' she continued, wagging her finger at Zoe. 'I'm going to find you a hairbrush, and some of that fancy make-up stuff all the cool girls are using... and I'm going to make you realise that beauty is in the eye of the beholder... or something like that.'
She made her way to the door of the room. 'I'll be right back, and then you'll be ready to kick some alien butt... in style!' And with that, she was out the room in a flash.
Isodor, meanwhile, was more than a little nervous. 'Okay, if they start shooting, I'll do my best to dodge. We can use the space junk to our advantage, that stuff can throw off most targeting systems... not to mention it can take out a stray missile or two.'
Of course, the problem was that the junk didn't travel all the way to the warship ahead of them, Isodor just had to use what skill he had.