Tahlia had been sitting quietly in the corner, thinking to herself about their options.  Owen's small panic attack and Echo's... eccentric monologue following weren't exactly helpful, though at least Owen had some relevant information, even if it did undoubtedly worry everyone.  Understandably, everyone was pretty on edge.  [color=009496]"Try not to forget to breathe.  The last thing we need to be doing right now is panicking.  There's really not much we can do, given our situation, but our first priority needs to be to find Benji, whether he's dead or alive."[/color] she said, largely ignoring Echo's spiel.  Better not to say anything at all than to be a bitch.  [color=009496]"I sincerely hope you're wrong, Owen,"[/color] she added.

Admittedly, on that point, things didn't look good for Benji.  Either Owen was right and he got himself killed, or in the best case would be incapacitated and likely charged with something on top of what the crew had incurred upon itself.  Hell, they may even use it as a reflection upon the crew as a whole.  She only hoped that these enforcers had more restraint than some American policemen.  Or, really, Americans at all.  Even she was guilty of going off and doing incredibly stupid things.

After some time, a couple of the aliens entered the room and opened their cell.  Tahlia didn't immediately recognize one of them, but it's attitude and style of manhandling as it picked her up gave it away as the same one that tore her from the pilot's seat when they were boarded.  [color=009496]"Take it easy, I can walk myself,"[/color] she quipped.  She got a look from the thing before being lead into the hallway.  She wondered if it even understood her without the help of the robot that Benji had destroyed.  If he did actually destroy it.  Hopefully there were others like it, or they would have a hard time making their case.

The behavior of this particular alien struck her as being that of a leader of sorts.  The fact that it only took her indicated that it had pinned her in the same fashion, though Tahlia herself scoffed at the idea.  Regardless, it stopped her in the hallway not far from the brig.  She decided to look around a little bit, taking in the overall look of the ship.  The architecture was, oddly enough, a lot like many science fiction movies pictured them.  Rounded shapes with smooth surfaces, yet also functional.  She wasn't quite sure, but the corridors seemed compartmentalized in such a way that if there were a hull breach it could be sealed off from the rest of the ship.  Of course, that was pretty much standard fare, or at least Tahlia hoped it was.  It would be incredibly stupid if it weren't.

The feeling of having something shoved into her gut brought her attention back to the aliens.  She took the object and determined that it was some sort of bread or wheat product that was in a very stereotypical alien blueish purple color.  She eyed it curiously, working through in her head whether it was actually edible.  She hoped the aliens knew that this wouldn't kill them for whatever reason.  She doubted they would intentionally poison them at this stage, but if they didn't share the same chemical tolerances, they could indeed end up having a very bad time ingesting this stuff.

The leader handed her something else.  A container that was likely filled with water... or something.  The thing said something that Tahlia naturally didn't understand, but the others around her must have found it humorous.  [color=009496]"Just to be sure, can you even understand me?"[/color]  She was promptly turned around and walked back to the cell, though the chief was quite a bit less rough this time around.  He didn't seem to pay any attention to her, though it may have just been ignoring her on purpose.  [color=009496]"Well, if you can, just know that we haven't done, nor will we do anything to harm you.  We just want to be on our way."[/color]  She couldn't tell if it noticed or understood, but hopefully it would help in some small way.

The cell opened and she was placed back inside.  The door shut behind her, and she was left there with 2/3 of the original crew and hardly enough food and water to satiate one person, let alone four.  She sighed and sat back down where she was before, setting the food and water down.  She almost hoped someone would take it and make her thought process on what to do with it a little easier.  She only just heard what Yazmin said.  [color=009496]"You're not going to die.  None of us are.  We'd be dead if they wanted us dead,"[/color] she said matter-of-factly.  She only hoped she was right.  There was something unsettling about the way the aliens had behaved when they handed her their meal.

Knowing that the food and water both came from unknown sources, Tahlia decided to be the first to try it, taking a small bite of the bread and only a swig of the water.  The water seemed fine, but the bread was, honestly, just bizarre.  Her face contorted at the taste of it.  It wasn't particularly bad, but it was beyond strange.  Not necessarily unhealthy, but not like anything she had tasted before.  And the texture was vaguely bread-like, but extremely brittle.  It felt stale, but it crumbled and disintegrated a lot easier than any normal loaf of stale bread would have.  It practically turned into sawdust when she bit into it.  Regardless of whom else took any of their rations Tahlia would soon find out if it wasn't healthy.