Lash shouldn't really bother. After all, she had no one she cared about left much in her own home world, but the afro girl was too curious for her own good. The chair reminded her of what they used to question prisoners, and it seemed really fitting.

After a few minutes of thinking about what she was about to do, she gave out one sigh and plopped down on the chair loudly.

"Alright. Let's do this Stacy. Show me what happened."