Neil felt the slap hard across his face. It was something he was not prepared for, but honestly he had been slapped a few times in his life and he was glad for it. It brought things into perspective, though the two guards beside him seemed somewhat confused at what the woman was doing hitting the man. The Shaman did not seem to understand the altercation on what was happening, though as the crowds praised the Rakeeri, he raised his hands. 

"Elevate them all!?" He cried in broken galactic. The Shaman seemed overwhelmed at the offering. "With such kindness, the Gods would be sated tenfold!" Watumpkah remembered the last sacrifice to the Rakeeri with a star man. It had been a prisoner of them, given willingly by the sky chariot captain. But this one...there would be no need for sacrifice if all of the youths would be lifted. The pilot did not seem to be eager either, and so he called for his guards to lower Neil. 

For his part, Neil puffed out his chest and shouldered the guards away from him. "I would never insult the great god." He said, doing his best to seem imposing to those around, yet wary at the same time. Maybe some remorseful glances would work, though he wasn't sure if anyone was looking at him as a sacrifice anymore. Was he supposed to be the leader as the male, since the Shaman had picked him out? He didn't necessarily know what to do here, other than don't stare at the voluptuous woman. 

Taya seemed skittish, at the edge of running for her life. She was a braver girl than most, but this was a situation she felt might get out of hand very easily, not to mention she was in a strange world out of known space. 

"Starmen," the Shaman began, prostrating himself before them. "You honor us all. In ten nights, we shall watch as you elevate our children into the nether. For now, let us feast and sleep. Tomorrow, we will host the games of our people. Blood will flow, and you will have a seat among the elders to please you." 
[@Penny]