[h1][color=yellow][center]Yazmin Cormick[/center][/color][/h1][hr]

Yazmin stood shocked throughout the entire event. She would've gassed up her mechanical arm and tried to help owen, but she had seen what kind of strength those aliens were capable of. She couldn't take one of them, let alone two. She kept staring at Benji, trying decipher what in space was going on with him. He wasn't the same Benji. The doc she thought she knew would never turn on his crew like he had just done with Owen. She leaned against the wall, trying to get as much distance between herself and the possible outburst between Benji and Tahlia. She felt her breaths shorten as she processed what was happen. Lots of stress - bundles of it - that Yazmin didn't want to deal with. She didn't want to acknowledge the possibility of Benji being brainwashed by those filthy ET's. 

It was the two of them alone, and she'd unthinkingly, literally backed herself into a wall. She exhaled a shaking breath as a small glint of fear registered in her eyes. She reached her flesh arm across her torso, pressing a small trigger on her mechanical arm. The cylinders in her arm audibly clicked and swiveled, changing their gauges and re-calibrating their pressure. She knew that the sounds meant her arm had just strengthened itself, but she didn't know if Benji would put two and two together. She did know that he wasn't stupid. As the cylinders rested, she folded her bare arms and rested her flesh hand protectively over her mechanical arm's hydraulic trigger. She didn't know if it was the room's temperature or her sense of nervousness and fear, but she felt a chill that made her wish she hadn't worn a sleeveless shirt.

[color=yellow]"Benji- I..."[/color] She began to say, but her breath caught for a reason she couldn't explain. She swallowed again and breathed a deep exhale. [color=Yellow]"Benji- you're... You're scaring me, right now."[/color] She managed to say, a bit of moisture peeking at her eyelids, not only because of her fear of the situation but because she feared that Benji might have changed too far to be reasoned with. She was terrified of the thought that Benji might have been beyond their saving. Whatever he'd done while he'd been with the ... breathren, brotherhood, whatever they were called - had changed him so much that they'd lost the doctor that she'd first met.

[color=yellow]"Benji- You can't just- do whatever you just did to Owen."[/color] She said. [color=yellow]"We're supposed to be a crew, Benji. We're supposed to be helping each other."[/color] She stared him in the eyes as she tried to look through him, hoping to be able to see past some facade to let her know that their old Benji was still their. [color=yellow]"So what the hell is going on, Benji?"[/color]