"No, you don't seem like a Marvin the Martian type," she mused aloud before beginning to laugh herself.
Yes, this conversation had taken a strange turn, but Hela embraced it and decided to steer into the skid. It was the one thing that had made her laugh since she had arrived in bizarre Orange County.
"Oh, that's not so bad. At least you'd have a tough shell which I'd imagine would be great protection for an angry turtle-man alien."