Zmerr stood, slightly shaken, with a machine in his hands. It was unharmed. He had turned it off to be sure the girl wouldn't destroy it.
"Watch your spikes, girl. If you break it, you gotta fix it." He shook a slightly nervous finger at her. His ears were folded back, but his face held a stern stare. He was serious.
He placed the machine on the floor and pressed the default button. Again, the room lit up with the comforting warmth of blue lights and plush seats. Computer screens lit up with their accompanying "minds" (a common Asuran nickname for the hard drive) humming along beside them.
The girl sat on the ground. She began to shout and Zmerr pulled his ears closer to his head to ward off any headache the crying might induce. Man did he hate children. One reason he'd vowed never to have any. Not that it was likely or even possible anymore.