Skye fought to keep her fear off of her face. The man did not care one bit about her arrows. As far as she could see, she didn't even dent his armour. "You think this is a game?" Skye asked, once he was done speaking. She took a deep breath, lowering her bow just slightly. "I understand I might have been a little hasty with my arrow, but you're the one that flew here in your ship, which I don't believe by the way, as ships cannot fly, creating a racket that probably scared off my food for the next few days."

"And also, I [i]do not[/i] respect you landing here, and upon first meeting me acting so rude, referring to me as [i]bullshit[/i], and then asking me to point you to a space port or be shot. What is a [i]space port[/i]? And what are you going to shoot me with, I see no arrows nor a bow."

Skye's eyes suddenly turned downcast. "I just don't understand. Why have you arrived so... Aggressive? So mean? Have you come to take our lands? To enslave us? Are you a warlord, or a king's scout?"