[b][center]The Safe Room[/center][/b]

	Silvia continued to stare at the ceiling, a blank expression one her features as her hands draped over her knees; her breath steady as she sat there thinking to herself. She felt horrid for insulting him, she should have known better than to prejudge him like his people did to all women but she could not help but be angry as well. He had compared her to Tristan and showed no gratitude towards her. He expected submission in her mind, whether she was right or wrong, that is how she felt. Sighing deeply she shrugged her shoulders. They were getting nowhere. He wouldn’t listen to her. All she wanted to do right then was get out of there but the storm had not faded enough to make it safe yet. Soon though, she felt the hum of the crystals lessening, she knew it wouldn’t be much longer and then she could go back to the Tower and deal with things there and he could go back to his village.

	“Actually I do think the GTC is behind this. This mine is technically under your control. An explosion and a cave in would give them the right in their minds to take it over even more. Me being down here would be an extra bonus. I die down here, the Brax’Na are responsible for the death of a Tower Lead, would give them everything they needed to annihilate your people,” she said in a flat voice as she continued to stare at the ceiling.  “As far as weapons go, the Tower can supply your people under the table through Srath if need be. If they need training I am sure I can locate male non talents to send to help,” she added as she reached up and ran her fingers along the scar on the back of her head. “A mine that is collapsed doesn’t kill the mine, they can always blast a new entrance.”

	“No, that’s not what we eat. It’s just rations for emergencies. Actually Talents eat a lot. More than I have seen most non-talents eat. The higher the rank, the higher the metabolism. You would probably be shocked to see how much I eat when I actually get a chance to,” she remarked as she glanced over to him for a moment before looking away again and closing her eyes. “If you want to kill something, I’m right here. Might as well since I am not different than Tristan in your eyes. Hell your people might even throw you a parade,” she quipped under her breath. “But at least wait until I get you out of here,” she added quietly. 

[b][center]The Mor[/center][/b] 

Marx eyed Ailen and then the dry before looking away again and looking back out the window. “You have no idea what that woman has survived to get here, that nightmare of hers was just the beginning” he said under his breath. Gwen looked over towards Marx and shook her head slightly. “What?” Marx asked as he felt a mental tug from Gwen.

“Not here, not now. That is for her to say to someone she trusts when she wants to. It is not our place,” Gwen commented quickly. Marx sighed and nodded before looking back out the window. “Yes Ailen, she is a survivor. I have no doubt she will make it out of the mines,” Gwen said before looking over towards Ailen and getting back to the topic at hand.

“Yes, the Brax’Na own the rights. I don’t think Tristan is in on anything though. He is just an over bearing jack ass who enjoy causing people pain. The GTC wouldn’t entrust that dumbass with anything that was crucial to them. This goes beyond Tristan or even the Twins I think. Hopefully once the storm passes we can start getting answers,” she said as she leaned back in her seat. There was a lot more going on but it wasn’t something she could discuss with Ailen. Marx had barely been brought into the fold, Ailen had not. She wasn’t about to go speaking of the knowledge she had gathered while in the Resistance to someone she didn’t know if she could trust. Right now everyone was suspect in her eyes.