There was a long pause after she asked what he would do once the rain stopped and that worried her. What did he have to be thinking o hard about. She had thought what she asked was a simple question and that he knew what he would do. Apparently not though. He looked up to meet her eyes, speaking, [b]“I have to report back to the ship I arrived in,” [/b]This statement made Cassie frown deeply but she let him continue without saying anything, [b]“I have to restock on supplies, and my pilot wants to run a head count to make sure everyone is safe. If I miss it, he’ll likely send a search party to come get me. I have to go.” [/b]He paused before finishing his statement, [b] “But when I leave… I might not come back.”[/b]

When he said that, Cassie frowned more, disappointment, and even a bit of sadness written on her expression for a moment before she put on a straight face and nodded, averting her gaze from looking at him to looking out the window, speaking, "Yeah....I guess that makes sense.....you would have to go see your people sooner or later to check in. And I suppose I should have realized you wouldn't be staying here long." She shrugged and stood up, going to put the picture album back in the box, but not before making sure to put the pictures of her mother back in carefully before she did put it back in the box. 

She didn't understand why it saddened her he wouldn't be coming back. After her, he was of another race, more specifically, a race that was out to kill her. And while he hadn't killed her(or at least he hadn't succeeded in doing so), that didn't mean the others of his kind wouldn't, whether he was with her or not. His kind considered her a weaker species and because of that, surely wouldn't hesitate to kill her. He probably didn't want to be around someone that was looked down upon by his kind for so long. He likely wouldn't have even stuck around this long if it hadn't been for the rain. And even though he may or may not think bad about her because of her species it still upset her that she might not see him again. Such a thought, but it couldn't be denied that she felt that way.

Once the book was back int he box, she leaned against the side of the plane, looking out of it and refusing to met his gaze as she stood there, for fear he would happen to see that sadness and upset emotions in her eyes, so instead she stared out as the last few drops of rain escaped the skies, "You probably have a lot to do and all I've probably kept you long enough huh? You better hurry so you can get checked in on tie at your ship."