Ignoring my struggle for survival against the whims of fate...
Addie had departed her spaceship and began her search.
Her demeanor and situation were the opposite of my own.
She was aimless, yet determined and in good spirits.

What a gorgeous day! I can't believe I was so nervous.

BARON:
Now you hang on a damn second!

I knew it! I knew aliens were real!

Hm-hmm?

AUGH!

State your business and state it quick.
Last guy who snuck up on me wasn't as lucky as you are.
He'd already tasted my blade ten times over before his meat hit the ground.

So quick to violence!

You're one to talk. Speak, or die.

Look, Alien, you can kill me, but if your conscience is so muted
that you won't even think about where you land your ship,
then you will never take this planet. Your invasion will fail!

Is that so? I am no alien. I was born and raised in this country.
Where, pray tell, have I landed my ship?

Right in the middle of my junkyard.
Now I can't use my crane until you move it.

Wait, you were going to kill me because I parked my ship in the wrong place?

What? God no! I was just trying to get your attention!
I just need you to move your ship! Why would I kill you over a parking dispute?
What, are you from the east coast?

Addie, realizing this man didn't mean any harm, let go of him and sheathed her sword.
He coughed several times, desperately trying to catch his breath.

Wait, how did you know I was from the East Coast?

Knew it. That explains everything.

Hey. What did you mean by that?

Baron invited her in, so they could speak, and so he could calm himself down.
Addie snickered at his invitation to have tea, but she accepted and followed him.
Meanwhile, a certain cat descended into the dark world of public transport.

Stitch-Nose assisted by coloring this animation.