Cassie layed there on her bed, staring up at the ceiling, and she hadn't really expected to hear a response from him when she spoke to him, calling him a 'bloodthirsty' alien. Or at least if she expected a response she would have thought it to be him yelling at her or snapping at her in some way. So, when his tone was soft and confused, much different from the tones he had used with her before, she herself grew confused and sat up, looking to him. His expression was jut as confused as his tone and she really couldn't understand what he was so confused about. If anything, his confusion was just causing her to be confused as well. She paused as he looked to the floor and shook his head, trying to come up with the right words to say or even if she had an answer to his question.

"What am I trying to do?" She asked, tilting her head to the side. After a moment, she shrugged slowly, gazing around the room before she looked back to him, "I' not trying to do anything." She stood up and walked over to him, crouching down to look at him face to face, "Look, you obviously don't know a lot about humans, so I'll kill you in on something. No matter what your people have said about us, we are smart. We're brave. Maybe weak. But there's one thing our kind have that myself have known and every other human on this planet probably noticed before they died, and that's our nature is much different from yours. On Earth, we don't need a reason to help some one. We just do it. We don't need something in return, because what goes around comes around. That's something we humans learned, yet something your people have yet to understand." 

She stood up straight from her crouched position, though still looked down at him, "My father used to say that you should always help someone when you can, no matter how they are toward you, and good things will come your way. But when you're cruel to someone and you're likely to get a bullet in the back. So to say." She turned now and walked over to one of the windows of the plane, watching lighting strike the ground about thirty feet form the plane. She stared out at the rain, which was a sight she had always enjoyed. It relaxed her and maybe even made her a little tired too, "So, you can call me weak. Maybe even say I'm stupid for having such morals in a time when I'm likely to die. But it's who I am. Deal with it."

Walking back over to the make shift bed, she flopped down sitting criss-cross on it, looking over at him, and after speaking about her father in such a way, it made her think back to her parents once again, namely her mother, which of course, brought more questions to her mind, "My turn for a question," She paused, as if trying to figure out how to word what she wanted to ask before she looked back to him, "Were there any of your kind that switched sides in this war? You know, took our side in all of this?"