She chattered on with the appropriate disposition of a teenager displaced onto another world. This time she had to convince him that people on her planet dressed up like he does, just for fun, and got together in conspicuous groups to ogle one another. He ignored her as best he could when trying to vibe off that sweet wind at his back. He gave up and let out a potent fart. The drama of having a moment was ruined anyway.
A week later and his irritation at the whole scene transformed into full-blown hatred for circumstance. For therapy he descended in a dead freefall from an ungodly height to land on a random airship from a rival army. After killing everyone on board he crashed the ship and stole their mech. The experience granted him a temporary relief from the madness until he predicted she would find a way to wreck all of that to hell, too.
