"Okay, but that's." She stops, sucks on her bottom lip, tries not to think about being on a whole other planet from her parents. Her brother. Her annoying little cousins. But it's not impossible. She knows about aliens. She knows they exist, and that they don't mix well with humans. "It looks a lot like a regular garage, though," she finally says, trying to rally.

Sorry, John, she's a tough, stubborn fourteen but she's still fourteen.