I had a silver tongue? How come I didn't know that?
Susan was deeply suspicious. If she had such a way with words, Reed would have long since been wrapped around her finger. Why would she need to catch men off the street?
"I'm not lying. Even parallel universes know how good you are with words." Russell nodded, then pointed at Silver Surfer, signaling Susan to hurry up and persuade him to surrender.
Supergirl rubbed her forehead from the side. The scene was too beautiful, and she instinctively thought of the chancellor sending a beauty to the red-faced man.
It was not a very friendly association—not because the red-faced man had beheaded the beauty, but because the chancellor had coveted the beauty's body.
Susan shrugged. A person had to bow under another's roof. Since Russell said she was eloquent, she might as well give it a try. What if a miracle happened?
"Hello, may I ask your name... Like my name, Susan. You must have a name of your own too, right?"
Susan asked the question. Seeing Silver Surfer remain silent, she continued, "Mr. Jason and his companions said you came to Earth to destroy this place. Is that true?"
Silver Surfer stared at Susan without saying a word, his face cold and unmoved, as if he were a eunuch.
Susan blinked, then turned to Russell. "I can't do it. I'm not that good with words. He won't talk to me at all."
Pull your collar down a little, and he'll talk to you!
Russell mocked inwardly, but said aloud, "Keep going. You've only just started. Believe in yourself. You're articulate and especially skilled at expressing yourself."
It was just that your equipment wasn't up to par!
Russell mused that if Susan put on the guaranteed-winning outfit she used against