"Oh, I'm not too worried. Once your friends out there see what the real threat is, I won't be the thing they'll be looking to hunt." The Beasts were ruthless. The sun had just set, meaning that the 'in-between time' as she called it was over. She knew the Lunairans would have come here expecting to simply hunt one or two remaining humans that hadn't died of the Plague. Oh, but they were so wrong, and didn't even know it. The Beasts would cause them more problems than little old her ever would. If she was lucky, they would all be eaten and slaughtered before the next sunrise. 

Of course, even though she said this, she didn't go on. Didn't tell him exactly 'what' the real threat was. She would leave him wondering. So that, if he did manage to get out of here, maybe the Beasts would kill him off too. The less Lunairans alive, the better. Their race could go extinct for all she cared. At least then, in some way, the deaths of her father, uncle, mother, and brother would be avenged. 

She smirked, looking over to him, "I may not be able to outlast you all. But, you all won't outlast [i]them[/i]. And honey, if you can't outlast [i]them[/i], then I have nothing to worry about. It's just a matter of time. And as you can see," She stood and waved her arms about her plane, looking to all the supplies she had in the plane. On top of her plan that was completely full of supplies, she was set, "I can wait anything out."

Dropping her arms, she shook her head, "Have a good nights rest. Maybe you'll be more willing to cooperate tomorrow when hunger and thirst starts to hit." With that, she moved toward the back of the plane where her 'living area' was. It was a small little nook at the very back of the plane, one that was decorated in a rather adorable and homey fashion. A queen sized mattress with a sheet, fluffy pillows, a soft blanket. A shelf was some books and other items to keep her occupied in her boredom. In a way, it looked almost like someone had made an apartment out of an airplane. Which is basically what she did.

She pursed her lips as she looked over the bindings of the books, trying to decide which would occupy her time before bed. Finally, she grabbed one and flopped down onto the mattress, moving to sit criss cross on the blankets and pillows, ignoring the presence of her 'guest' while she opened up the book, trying to relax before it was time to sleep.