Transcript:

Puffer looks at Clarissa, who looks back at Puffer.

SHARON: I’ll get right to the point of our little meal. As far as materials go, I expect 30% of your ore, food, and magical energy in exchange for my protection.

With the adults distracted, Clarissa sticks out her tongue at Puffer.

WALLACE: Magic? Aside from the small crystals powering the ships and our oxygenizer necklaces, we’ve had little luck with finding large sources of magic.

Puffer indignantly puffs up her face at this insult.

SHARON: Yeah, no.

Puffer sticks her tongue out at Clarissa, adding a squinting eye to mix it up.

SHARON: I have a machine that can detect the stuff… the signal is veeery high here. But don’t worry– I’ll find it eventually.

Clarissa pulls her eyelid down, taunting Puffer.