Today, representatives from the Pandora Mining Extraction and Transportation Division under the RDA Mining Company, led by Parker Selfridge, were holding tense negotiations in the water-filled chamber of the sea gate at their deep-sea base with representatives of the Na'vi warrior clans, led by Jake Sully, the "Savior of Pandora" and "Toruk Makto."
Once the water had been drained from the enormous chamber and it had been filled with Pandora's air—which was "highly toxic" to Earthlings—the humans, wearing breathing masks, began filing in. They sat down on one side of a simply furnished long table, facing the several Na'vi representatives who had leaped down from the backs of deep-sea bioluminescent sharks and some kind of dolphin-like creatures, and the two sides began talking.
Of course, this so-called negotiation was mainly Parker Selfridge of the RDA and Jake Sully, who seemed well on his way to becoming Warchief of the Na'vi clans, exchanging "pleasantries." Everyone else—the armed guards standing on either side with rifles or harpoons, the various attendants, and the little girl who had insisted on tagging along for fun—was just there for show.
"..."
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↑ Looking utterly bewildered!
"..."
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↑ Looking completely unable to understand what they're saying.
"Ah..."
(′0`)
↑ These adults are so boring. They're making me sleepy...
"Mmm..."
("-ω)←I'm really getting sleepy...
"..."
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↑ Entering daydreaming safe mode to protect her fragile, bored little mind...
And sure enough...
The little girl had listened until she started feeling drowsy, with absolutely no desire to pay attention to whatever nonsense the two sides were discussing. She yawned, rubbed her eyes, and mumbled to herself as she stared into space, having almost completely forgotten why she had come along in the first place!
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(As expected, Tibbers knew this would happen... His troublesome little mistress