"Hellooooo..."
An unfamiliar voice rang clear in Meitnerium's green little eardrums as she lay stretched out neatly on the couch. Her eyes tightly shut, clenching even tighter together at the awful cacophony, she rolled over on her side and away from this pesky early bird. But he persisted, simply moving his stupid face closer towards her.
"Hello?" he asked again, this time more direct in his approach, "Miss Extraterrestrial, are you alright?"
Slowly, Meitnerium rolled over to face her bothersome savior. With great pain, she unbolted her eyelids and braved the light that would surely jump at the chance to attack her killer headache. She looked his face up and down; glasses, mustache, somewhat balding. Yeah, this was definitely not what she expected. The slumbering celestial body let out a low groan as the impact took its toll on her now conscious body, mostly resulting in a migraine and a universally sore feeling.
"Do you understand me?" he dragged the words out a mile long and gesticulated their meaning the best he could, "Arrrre yoooou feeeeeling better?"
From the corner of the room, still thumbing away at his cellular, Tom decided to speak up. "Of course she doesn't understand you Dad." he said with a distinct tone of realistic confidence, "She's from another planet, she probably speaks a whole different language." His father, undaunted by his son's cynical view, persisted at attempting to communicate with the new house guest. He resumed his exaggerated speech, "Weeee fooound yoooou in-
Meitnerium simply couldn't take another second of this drek. She grabbed at one of his signing hands and held them still, "I get it, thanks for the rescue." she said curtly, her expression much like that of a woman her age getting over a nasty hangover.
Instead of anger, or even the intended notion of shutting up, the older gentleman's expression changed to one of almost childlike bewilderment. "T-Tom Turkey, did you hear that?!" he spoke of her like she was a toddler learning her first words, "Sh-She just talked!" Curiosity peaked, Tom decided to slide his phone back into his pocket and inspect this visitor from the stars with his own eyes. "Hey, yeah, she did..." he said, mildly curious at the strange being placed in front of him.
"Yeah, I do a lot of other tricks too." Meitnerium replied snidely, "Now who's gonna tell me what happened to my-
"Do you think it might be her antennae?" the father continued fawning over his new discovery with glee, "Maybe picking up the individual sound waves through some sort of telekinesis, then carrying directly to her brain where she pieces out the information?" he reached out to touch one, "She may very well be omnilingual!"
Meitnerium smacked his hand away, "Hey, watch it creep!" she barked, "Don't make me call the cops."
To illustrate her point, the green-tinted invader reached into the pocket of her now tattered jeans and pulled out her still intact cellular. Due to the high pressure gravities of most planets, phones in most systems -depending on service provider- had been made extra durable so that they may work correctly in many different climates, sort of like Roaming. However, one thing not installed in this technical masterpiece, was the ability to pick up the primitive transmission signals that radiated from the towers across this Faithforsaken planet had. In short; no bars.
"Frickin' Faith!" Meitnerium shouted, now sitting up and brushing off the blanket placed with care as she stared down her phone in hopes of scaring up some signal.
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