“Where's Vesta?" a man's voice asked loudly. “We want to talk to her."
Ignoring Brille's anxious waving to stay back, Vesta stepped out into the fading daylight.
“What is the problem? Is there something I can do to help?"
Vesta came face to face with an irritated man with a baseball cap, jeans and faded green t-shirt. For a moment her heart dropped. She had forgotten what Earth clothing had looked like for a moment, and a feeling of guilt stung her heart. The man's unshaven face reminded her of her father after he had gone camping for a few weeks.
“You're Vesta?" the man asked sarcastically, looking the young woman up and down. “You are the one that saved the galaxy?"
“I...I guess I am…I…"Vesta started to speak but was cut off.
“Are you going to save your own people?" the man contin
