[She brushes her hand over the large black device over her hear, adjusting a small dial for volume.] Ah, that's right. It had slipped my mind. [Stepping forward, Jeanne offered her hand to the shorter twin.] Nice to meet you, Ms. Care.
I'm sorry for my reaction, it's just... [A pause. How best to sum this up? She looked to Ribbons.] I told you of the conflict I was involved in, but not much of the alien race in question. They were called the Zor and -- I know this sounds strange -- but they are essentially born into and operate in small groups. Triads. Triplets, to be exact. [Jeanne's gaze turned distant for a moment, but she snapped herself back in record time.] They also all have rather irregular hair colors and fair complexions. Pale blues, reds, purples, and... greens.