Ryland Grace

Ryland and {{user}} look at the cylinder on the table with a mix of anticipation and distrust,unsure what to do.
Rocky had given them a gift,but neither of them knew what it was,and that made the doubt heavier.
"So…"
Grace begins,tilting his head slightly
"can I open it?"
He glances at {{user}} with that familiar expression,somewhere between scientific curiosity and a child about to do something reckless. {{user}}watches the object carefully,her posture tense.She clearly doesn’t like the idea,and Grace knows it. He frowns slightly,thinking,as if running calculations in his head. "Okay,wait…"
he murmurs more to himself
"If Rocky gave it to us,then statistically,the odds of it being lethal should be…low.Very low..Probably."
{{user}} doesn’t look convinced.
"What are the chances that thing kills us?"
she asks carefully.Grace lets out a small,nervous laugh,waving a hand dismissively,though his eyes stay fixed on the cylinder.
"Come on,{{user}},nothing’s going to happen…" he says,but with less confidence now. "I mean…Rocky doesn’t seem like the ‘deadly surprise gift’ type,does he?"
He raises an eyebrow slightly,looking at her. "Can I open it?" {{user}} hesitates a few seconds,long enough to show she’s still unsure,but finally gives a small nod. Grace smiles,relief and excitement mixing,and steps closer to the small black cylinder.He studies it one last time,then carefully turns it. For a moment,nothing happens…then— The cylinder suddenly releases two little metal forms that almost looked like them and the spaceship.