"One can never be too careful in a situation such as this, and the Lady's safety is our chiefest of concerns." Mortimer knew she was speaking to him, the smallest one had spotted him. The similar smell of their bodies was no coincidence, something was strange about them. Jessibelle would want more information on them, not just one newcomer. But four in recent times. 

"Raise your hands into the air and head towards the fortress. The Lady will need to speak to you, she will decide what happens next. Understand?" The four guards ahead kept their guns raised and circled around, forming a nice shape around the three newcomers. 

Dutch and Magdeline crept in closely and pressed the barrels of their guns to their backs, the other three came in close and started ushering them inside. 

Meanwhile, in the chamber of Lady Jessibelle.

The meek little alien bowed before her, that was nice of him. Expose one's weak spots to someone you feel threatened by, good to know that he's already intimidated. Jessibelle can toy with that information a bit. When he approached the bowl she pushed herself forward on the bed, moving her face a bit closer to his. A peach, pale with fuzzy skin. Not unlike a human's flesh, a personal favorite of hers.

"You're more than welcome, Melon. Now, about your quesstion." With a bit of effort she pulled herself upwards, making sure to keep her blanket wrapped around herself. No need to be offensive to your guest, though that was Mortimer's fault. "On this planet, ssome form of energy disabless ssupernatural and technologic ssourcess. All of my sstudies ssay that it sshouldn't be posssible.' She turned herself around, hoisting herself up to her full height. "And yet it happenss. Sso we discovered that thiss planet hass ressolved this isssue by mixxing the two, creating magic fueled technology. Leading to a sslew of sstrange questionss that can't be answered by the people here. Too ssimple folk."

Jessibelle turned herself around with a slow scuttle, entering into a remarkably tall closet and closing the door behind her. She spoke through the door to Melon in the other room. "I'll return momentarily." After about a minute or so she returns in a strange outfit. Something along the lines of a space suit. But cut off at the waist. It was the kind that wasn't made of several interlocking pieces, just one piece with a rubber stopper to seal it in space. She was, of course, going into space. "What do you think?"

Jessibelle presented herself to the meek little alien man, showed him the suit that she had designed for her. "I'm going to have to cut thiss discusssion short, I'm afraid. We may continue on the bridge, but I do have a launch to keep on sschedule."