"Pass the helmet," she says.
I blink.
"Are you sure? It didn't work out too good last time."
She crosses her arms and gives me the look.
"It didn't work out last time because you didn't listen to what I said."
I cough. She has a point. But still, it's dangerous.
"But what about that creature?"
She gestures at the box, and I reluctantly open it and pull out the strange shiny helmet.
"The creature wasn't that scary," she says. "It was going to eat me for lunch!" She grabs the helmet from my hands and brushes her hair back. "It will be fine," she says. "I think I know how to deal with it."
She places the helmet onto her head and flicks the switch. Immediately, the humming begins, and her eyes flip back in her head. It still freaks me out, even though I have seen it happen a dozen times now.
"What are you seeing?" I ask.
"I can see the creature," she says. Her voice echoes in my mind, it doesn't come from her mouth. "It's sleeping, I think."
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