Soon after, all four officers were inside the cell area, their attention on the Man in the Jacket.

“...Y-You... you goin' to execute me or som-somthin'?” Forge sarcastically asked.

“Obviously not...” Brigitte answered him, with an annoyed tone.

Rob began with: “Well... foreigner, I'd... like to ask you something... you said your goal was to return to your home planet, right?”

“Uhhhhh... yes?” an unsure Forge replied.

“Why did this involve arriving on Reglom?” Rob asked.

A confused Forge asked back: “W-Why ar' you sudd'ly askin' me this?”

Brigitte sighed and said: “Just... Just answer the question.”

“I-I though' that by goin' to a p-planet with... people, I-I'd have a better chance of f-findin' my hom' planet.”

“But why pick Reglom, of all places?” Ben questioned.

“It... It was simply th-the closest civly-ciliv... place with enough people.” claimed the Man in the Jacket.

Rob pulled out one of Forge's reports and asked:

“Your home planet... it's called 'Seh-Pla-Is', right?”

“.....Y-Yes, if you're refrrin' to Seplaiz...” Forge replied, raising an eyebrow.

Rob then asked: “What's Seh- ...your home planet like?” 

“There...It has a big city and m-many, many people... But there ar' no nikeans.”

The ever-curious one continued his questions: “Are there other anomalies there?”

Forge tried to reply: “W-Well-”

“Question, you aren't sick of anything right? Nothing contagious?” Maroon suddenly interrupted.

“N-No, I... I feel physcly fine... other than bein' stuck here. B-But I 'ctually feel a bit of... cravins?” 

“...Cravings? Are you... pregnant?” asked Maroon, causing Brigitte to look at her in confusion.

“Wh-What? No!!! I just feel like eatin' somthin'.”

“When was the last time you ate?” questioned Ben.

Forge answered: “Ab-About a... week ago, why?”

Ben, surprised, asked back: “A week!? You aren't starving!?”

“N-No!!! I... I feel mostly fine... just got a bit of cra-cravins, I said...”

“Do you even... need to eat?” asked Rob.

“I-I'm.... not sure 'xactly... I nev-never spen' so much time without eatin' befor'...” 

“You aren't sure if you even need to eat!?” asked Brigitte.

“You foreigners are a weird bunch!!!” expressed Rob

“This is just... grand. Look what we''re dealing with here.” said Maroon, looking both confused and amused, continuing with “A foreigner who doesn't even know how to eat.”. 

“Seriously?” asked the Nikean-in-pink with an incredulous tone.

“That's not what I-” Forge contested before being interrupted by Ben.

“Okay, okay, we understand. But... you obviously aren't eating here.”

“I don't want to hear this idiotic discussion. I already regret agreeing to this.” said a frustrated Brigitte as she walked away from the group

After a brief silence, Forge asked: “...W-Will I at leas' get fed somthin' wh-where I'm goin'?”

“Surely? That's outside our jurisdiction.” the dark-skinned nikean responded.

Checking Forge's report again, Rob asked:

“So... your name is... 'For Heper S', right?” putting a heavy emphasis on “For” and “S”.

“Weird name.” opined Maroon, to which Rob nodded.

“Wh-What? Wha' does that paper say?” a confused Forge asked.

“Look for yourself.” said the nikean, showing him the paper.

Forge's jaw dropped and then said: “I-It's Forge Pérez!!! Not 'For Heper', dammit!!!"

“...I didn't know foreigners could learn to read.” Maroon rudely declared, but Forge decided to just ignore her comment.

“Well, it sounds the same to me.” said Rob, who asked “Could you... spell it out for us?”.

“It...It's supposed to be F-O-R-G-E an-and P-E-R-E-Z. Get it right...”

Rob simply said: “Huh, how odd. I think I've heard similar names before...”

“Wh-What do you..?” Forge asked.

“Doesn't matter...” interrupted the ever-curious one, who continued with: “But this brings up another question... How did a foreigner like you learn this language?”

“Oh yeah, that!!! He clearly ain't from Reglom, let alone Reglom West.” pointed out Maroon.

The Man in the Jacket just shrugged: “I-It's just... the lan-languag' Iv' always spoken.”

“That makes no sense!!!” Maroon said, before Rob corrected her with: “Actually, 'Roon... maybe it isn't so strange. From what I've read before, it seems this language has become oddly popular in some distant planets. This confirms it.”

Ben then asked: “Well... that brings to mind, what species are you? Your report says nothing of the sort.”

The Man in the Jacket thought for a moment, finally answering:

“I-I'll be hones'... I'm not sure.”

“What!?” asked Rob.

Maroon, surprised at this, exclaimed: “A foreigner that doesn't even know what he is!?”

“T-To be stray'forward... the cir-cimur-cirum... details of my concetion were unusual...”

Ben looked interested while Maroon seemed about to laugh. Rob further asked:

“What does that even mean?”

“I-I think it involved som' sort of ex-experiment...?” Forge continued.

“Experiment? Are you one of those... hybrid lab freaks?” asked Maroon.

“L-Lab freaks!? No!!! ...Well, I-I'm... not sure myself... Can I ask you guys a question?” 

“Depends...?” replied Rob, unsure at this.

“Y-You're officers right, why do you dress so... uhhhh... formally?”

“Formally?” Rob asked back, raising an eyebrow.

“I-I mean... why ar' all your outfits always so... fancy? Suits, ties, f-fancy dresses? W-Wouldn' it be more practical to wear somethin' like... a simple shirt an' pants?”

"Oh no..." Ben whispered in anticipation.

“You must be joking...” commented Rob, frowning.

“Are you insulting us?” questioned Maroon, raising an eyebrow.

“Y-You littlury just insulted me!!!” Forge fought back.

Maroon just closed her eyes and shook her head as she said: “It's not the same.”

“How!?” the Man in the Jacket questioned.

“Us nikeans have better taste. We're always well-dressed, unlike your kind.” Maroon with smugness in her light face.

“I mean, us nikeans have a hard time taking someone who is dressed like that seriously.” added Rob.

“Al-Alrite, firstofallthasjusplanestupid!!! ...A-A-And second... that makes zero sense.” the Man in the Jacket protested.

“...Did you... understand what he just said?” Rob whispered to Ben, who just shrugged.

“I mean, come on, why would anyone wear something so... dull?” questioned a skeptical Maroon.

Forge informed them with “W-Wer' I com' from, we p-prefer to wear somethin' simple n' pratical. With... som' few exceptions...”

“Foreigners are so sensitive...” Rob mumbled.

“Us nikeans feel that you should always look your best. No matter the circumstance.” Maroon replied, elaborating with “If someone dresses poorly, they have poor taste, poor presentation, poor hygiene and poor culture. Anyone who dresses poorly deserves to be shamed for it.”, with Rob nodding.

“Oh, what'cha gonna do? Point n' laugh at me?”

“Do you want us to do that?” Rob said, sarcastically, while suddenly Ben pulled his arm and angrily whispered at him.

“Didn't you say 'I just want to ask the foreigner some questions'? Or was your goal to just mock him all along?”

Maroon looked at Ben, understanding what he meant, but saying: “I mean, he insulted our outfits, he might as well throw his excrement at us.”

Ben sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose: “Rob, Maroon; don't forget, he's a foreigner. He comes from a different world, with different tastes. What seems obvious to us, isn't obvious to him.”

“...But he insulted our outfits.” protested Maroon, with Rob nodding at this.

Ben, Rob and Maroon kept arguing as Forge just looked tiredly at them.

“Y-Ya know wha'? Wa-watever. Forget it. I... I got better thins' to worry 'bout...” Forge finally said.

“Fine.” they accepted.

“So... uhm, about your... abilities...” Ben began to ask.

“...Wh-What about 'em?”

Ben continued: “You can float and do stuff like shoot 'blue blasts' from you hands. Is that right?”

“...Y-Yes?” the Man in the Jacket reluctantly replied.

“Were you 'born' with them or what?” added Rob.

“I got 'em... in some type of por-procedure.”

Rob looked interested: “...What kind of 'procedure'?”

“W-Well ya see.. I hav' a conection to som-somthin' called... the 'Blamel'.”

“...Connection? Are you... part-mechanical?” asked Maroon, not understanding.

“What is this 'Blamel'?” questioned Rob.

“S-Som' sort of... power source. But I-I don't know wher' it came from or even what 'xactly it is. And I'm not mechanic.”

“What did this 'procedure' involve'?” said Rob.

The Man in the Jacket thought for a moment, replying: “I-I'm not sur' meself... I... thin' i-it involved somthin' like a chamber...?”

“A chamber? Sounds crazy!!! How did it work?” asked Rob, wondering.

Forge sighed at this, saying, with little enthusiasm: “I dunno, I-I don't reelly 'member it fully. It-It's... a bit complicated...”

Rob continued his questioning: “How come? Was it traumatic or something? Tell me!!!”

“Are you just interrogatin'? L-Like I said, it's complicaed... and confusin'.” said Forge, looking down.

“That's nice, but...” said Rob, before Ben whispered him: “I suggest you slow down with these questions... or he'll suspect something. We aren't interrogating him...”

“Okay...” his friend reluctantly agreed.

The moment was interrupted by Maroon, who looked at the clock on the wall, gasped and said “Wait, it's tea time!!! Wait for me, Breege!!!”, immediately hurrying to the leisure area.

“Speaking of times... I need to use the restroom, I'll be back.” said Rob as he left.

Ben alone stood in front of Forge, not knowing what to say.

“...So... uhhh... what's your... favorite color?” asked Ben awkwardly.

“Blue, pretty simple.” flatly replied Forge.

“That's... nice.” Ben said, flatly.

“Uhhhh... I... li-like your hairstyl', it's... cool.” said Forge, completely sincere.

Ben could only reply: “...Thanks?”

Any questioning had stopped by now, with the officers simply continuing the usual routine.

Forge just laid on the floor, looking at the ceiling, until he asked: “S-So... what with the robot, Ch-Chap isn' it?”

Rob thought for a moment and said: “...Yeah, the Chaperone Automaton. He's installed in the ship. It's a security measure.”

“It prevents any potential... incident.” further explained Ben.

Forge asked again with “Wh-What 'xactly does it do? Why is it called the chapri-chaprone?”

“It gives an electric shock, very painful, to avoid certain incidents.” Rob explained, firmly.

“Wh-What do ya mean with 'incidents'?” the Man in the Jacket still asked.

Rob, bothered by this persistent question, answered: “...It prevents any... carnal contact in the ship.”

“Does... does that mean the... crew goin' crazy and dev-devoring each other?” Forge asked, yet again.

A puzzled Rob replied yet again, simply saying: “...No.”

“Got it, got it... J-Just wanted to be make sure.” concluded Forge.

“...Okay?” Rob concluded.