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[B]The High Priestess - Meredith Fong[/B]

Meredith nodded in acknowledgement, her brain soaking in the information that had been delivered to them by the dapper and cuddly-looking bug alien. The natives of this plane were definitely embroiled in quite the pickle, but that was why she and all these other folks had been brought in, right? That hadn't really been what she thought her day would end up being, but -

She'd vowed to help save those kiddies, so she was going to stick with it to the end!

Her drifting attentions were drawn back into the real world (her initial guess of a super vivid dream was super off now) by that bad landing by the glasses-wearing dude. He was a middle-aged guy, a lot older-looking than everyone else who was hanging around, but there was a kinda youthful way he was carrying himself that made Meredith think he was younger than he actually was.

Old guys never seemed super face-plant ... y (was that the word?) to her.

"Don't worry," she said with a reassuring smile, strolling over and holding out her hand to help Mark up. "Your glasses are still fine, Clark Kent."