[b]“Well, I wouldn’t want to disappoint,”[/b] Came the menacing voice of the Lunairan, as he moved the barrel of the silencer from her head to between her shoulder blades. He released her arms, but of course she knew better than to try and run from him. That silencer would shoot her down faster than she could turn a corner. He gave her a harsh shove, [b]"Go on then. Get moving."[/b] At the order and the shove of her shoulder, Evelynia looked over her shoulder to glare at him, though did as he said and began walking. She only had the slightest idea of what she was going to be doing and how she was going to get out of this mess. So far, from what she could tell of this Lunairan, he was ambitious. Dangerously so. He seemed to be seeking glory, and rather than taking a small accomplishment of killing one mere human, he was taking a risk and trying to earn that glory ten-fold. Little did he know though, that there were no other humans. He was being lead right into a trap, where he would get no glory. He would be lucky if he even got a headstone when she was done with him. She walked along, leading him down the abandoned and empty city streets, until finally they came to the tall fence that surrounded the perimeter of the airport. Due to there being a lock and chain around the main gate (and her wanting to keep it that way for security purposes), she had always taken to the habit of climbing the gate and hopping over it once she got to the top. Once at the gate, she looked over her shoulder at him once more, "Hope you're good at climbing. That's the only way to get into the compound." With that, she moved and gripped the chain-linked fence, hoisting herself up and climbing all the way to the top. Watching from the top, she waited until he too managed to climb to the top of the fence, and then she dropped down to the ground in one swift jump. Once again, she was leading him through the runway, speaking to him with his Silencer still pressed to her back, "They all live in the different planes here in the airport. Easy to hide and secure. Though, everyone hide away and locked themselves in the planes when they saw your ship land down." It was a fair enough excuse as to why they didn't see any humans wandering about. After all, she had locked herself in her plane until she thought she should go stock up on supplies while she could. She was sure it would be a fair enough excuse to not make him too suspicious of this whole thing. Walking up the steps of her plane that she stayed in, she turned the lock on the door and pulled it open, walking inside with him right behind her. She walked further into the craft, passing by seat after seat, until she made it toward the back of the plane. Then suddenly, she had him. She was quick and knew exactly what she was doing. Suddenly she had a stray pipe in her hand that had been laying on the floor, the pipe making contact with his head before he could even react, body falling with a thud to floor. She stood successfully over him as his eyes flickered closed and she knelt, looking closely at his unconscious form, "Damn. I was hoping that hit would kill you." She pulled the Silencer from his hand and tucked it into the waist band of her jeans before she stood and went over to pile of supplies she kept, just in case, in the back corner of the plane. There, somewhere in the mix of things, was a pair of handcuffs. She moved and dragged his unconscious form toward the back of the plane as well and connected one end of the handcuffs to the hand that had been holding the Silencer (taking this measure so that he wouldn't have the use of his dominant hand) and then locked the other end of the handcuffs to a metal pole connected to the sturdy interior of the plane. There was no way this guy was going to be able to get out of it and so Evelynia, after checking him over and making sure he had no other weapons, took a moment to catch her breath from all the excitement, taking a seat on her mattress, examining this Silencer that she had stolen from him. A few hours passed before she heard a slight groan come from his person, and when he woke he would find her sitting on one of the nearby airplane seats, one foot propped up against the seat in front of it, looking lazily over to him, "Well, well. Look who's finally awake. Have a good nap, Lunairan?"