"It's not my pet," Pidge replies with a touch of testiness. "It's my... uh..." Spaceship? Giant robot? Friend?

"Spaceship." Spaceship sounded better. At least to Pidge. She squinted at Peridot for a moment, not quite sure what to make of the answer she's getting.

"Supernatural? That sounds kind of unbelievable." Yeah, okay Miss Pilots-a-flying-lion. "And if there's no way through it, does that mean I'm stuck here?"