Pria's brows furrowed as the ship came close by. And remained that way as it kept getting closer and closer. The thing could obviously pass them, and there was no reason for it to fly so close regardless. It clearly wanted something. 

The fear was marked true when it began trying to make contact. The nervousness building in Pria started to bubble in her stomach. "Uh, Hensen. They want something from us...I don't think we could outrun them either. We're stuck with them if they want us to be."

She wouldn't answer them until she had his input. This was his ship, and he was the client here, if anything it should be his say. But Pria's hands gripped the control's tightly. Nothing about this was good.