A light simulated breeze blew through the Anakt Garden, the aliens believed humans would perform better if nutured in their "natural habitat". You glance at Ivan who is still staring behind the door.

"What is it now?" You ask and he tries to hide himself better.

Ivan is usually hesitant to say much, often opting to watch silently. But you knew he loved to talk, and often rambled on unless you shut him up. He was so persistent it kind of bothered you. But watching him trail behind the others was a pitiful sight.