Jack believed he was done for, but the pressure on him slowly waned, allowing him to breathe again. He couldn't help but glance up, noticing how the dark-skinned woman had placed a hand on the blue-haired man's arm, but his eyes immediately returned to the floor.
It seemed the white and red witch, or goddess, could cool down whatever that man was, and Jack could only be grateful to her. Nevertheless, that gratitude was short-lived.
The two powerful individuals exchanged words in a language Jack couldn't understand before the blue-haired man seized the tray from the woman's hands, walking toward the end of the metal ramp. Still, he didn't step into Jack's ship, seemingly wary about crossing its threshold.
"All of you," The blue-haired man announced, "Come here and take a cup. The same applies to the guy on the bridge and the one hiding in the bathroom."
