Bryony walks up to the Saiyan and taps his shoulder, but before she can say anything, he spins around at her. “Look, I don’t need your pity,” he says right away. “I’m over hear because I want to be here, not because I’m alone.” She’s surprised at the sudden defensiveness of him. “I wasn’t-” “I know you only came over here to tease me. Yea, I’m a Saiyan. And Yea, I’m weak. There isn’t a need to pour salt on the wound.” Bryony screws up her face to stop herself from punching him in the face. The nerve of this guy. “My name’s Bryony,” she says putting out her hand. He glances at her hand. “And I’m a Saiyan.” He takes her hand, giving a curt shake, and she walks away from him. “The nerve of that guy,” she mutters when she meets back up with Beets and Leek. “Don’t let first impressions get you,” Leek says. “Pima’s been having it rough. Like Beets said, there’s only been a handful of Saiyans as Time Patrollers, and there’s no way in along shot that he’s the strongest one here.” “That’s no excuse to be rude,” Bryony says crossing her arms. “He didn’t even tell me his name.”
