Ilya noticed that he walked past her too quickly, betraying fear. She was glad, even relieved, that he still felt a sense of fear. For a moment the feeling of being at a complete loss returned, but she quickly shook it off, straightening from her archaic bow and turning to follow Renfred and the human boy. She kept no more than three paces behind him, fingers tracing the hilt of her sword. Unconsciously, a look of unease twisted her features, eyes narrowed, and she bit her lip. [i]Humans,[/i] she thought to herself, but the though trailed off. She wasn't sure what to think, not that thinking had ever been her strong suit. Thankfully, the boy relieved her of any further strain.

"I suppose you'll be embarking on some new adventure now," he said, "I will do my best to be useful." 

"Useful," she hmphed, "We'll see about that." The adrenaline of battle was quickly wearing off, and aches and pains began to niggle at her bones. She was ready to go back to her ship, to her armchair, to her spirits, to her crew, put her little problem in Jazz's or Q's capable hands, and drink. They approached the airlock chamber and Renfred, who was leading the party, paused, looking back at her uncertainly.

"Um, m-m-ma'am?" She looked up from where her gaze had been drilling into the human's back and scowled at Renfred.

"Address me as Captain, sailor. Go on," she jerked her chin at the airlock. Renfred opened it. Inside, one of Ilya's pirates grabbed him, threw him against the wall, eliciting a high-pitched yelp from the poor man, patted him down, and sent him on his way up the ladder to the [i]Glory[/i]. Ilya gestured to the human. "You too, go on. Be gentle with this one, Eri, he's our prized guest." Ilya couldn't see the masked girl's face, but everything about her posture indicated just what she thought of their new passenger, and though she didn't quite throw him throw him against the wall, her fingers clamped just as tightly around his arm, and the frisking she subjected him to was no more gentle than Renfred's. As soon as the boy disappeared up the ladder, Ilya grasped the bottom rung and followed, wincing with every step. Her communicator beeped and Jazz's voice came through.

"Hey-o, Cap. The twins have unlocked the core and patched in our AI. The Asses won't be able to remotely track her, but we're going to need to land to finish the job. I'm thinking Eden?"

"I like the way you think. The payload?" 

"Secure cargo hold. I hope you didn't kill that fancy-ass. He's probably got access codes." Ilya reached the top of the ladder, where more of her crew in standard black N-10 armor was trying to restrain the human while Aloya, Ilya's tall, voluptuous and golden-horned master of the brig, taunted him. 

"Silver trim on their fucking day clothes? No wonder they haven't got a planet to go back to. He's kind of pretty, though, Captain," Aloya grabbed the human by the chin and studied him a little closer, "Can I keep him?" Ilya smirked, never taking her eyes off the boy. For a moment she wondered what it must be like for him, then immediately cursed herself for thinking about her prey in such terms.

"I apologize, but this boy is my honored guest, and a perfectly harmless [i]purebred[/i] besides," the pirates snickered at that, and shoved the human towards her with a harsh kick in the back for good measure. A little bit of Ilya's usual good humor returned at seeing him helpless before their strength. "Put the new ship on a tow. We're going to Eden." Aloya whooped and the pirates cheered. Ilya smiled at the human and gestured to the doors leading our of the airlock bay and into the ship proper. They hissed open. "Now, tell me. Were you a good boy growing up? How much does your family want you back, hmm?"