Evelyn sneered at him and rolled her eyes when he called her a 'stupid human'. Was that really the best comeback he could come up with? She shook her head. She really should just kill this Lunairan. She probably wouldn't get anything good out of him and he was getting on her nerves. She had just turned, planning to go over to where she had stashed her gun, something shocking happened. It was frightening to see the strong pole of the plane snap and the Lunairan stalk toward her, pulling out a silencer. Ordering her to get on her knees. Telling her if she surrendered, he would kill her faster. 

How had he done that? Lunairans were strong, but they weren't [i]that[/i] strong. Was this Lunairan an exception? Did he have more than one enhanced ability? Had the Lunairans started to do some experimenting since her mother had been with them? She was sure her mother would have told her of such a thing. She knew such a stregnth as that wasn't normal. Her mother hadn't had such strength. And neither did she of course. So then, how was this possible? 

She glared at him and if looks could kill, he would be dead where he stood. She would have to figure out a way out of this. She wouldn't show fear, even as she got to her knees. She didn't fear death. She knew death had been knocking on her door for a long while now. It was only a matter of time. If he wanted to use her or tourture her for his own gain, nothing would stop him. She knew that. Lunairans were horrible monsters in that way. Only seeking what they could gain. They always took, but never stopped to think about the creatures and people they were taking from. 

"You don't scare me. Death has been chasing me as long as I can remember." She knew he woudl kill her, and had prepared herself for it. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of begging and crying. However, as she knelt there, it was then that she felt something...odd. 

It was the same feeling she had before. When he had vanished. When the book had lost its words. She hadn't really noticed the feeling before, but now, she realized she had felt the same thing both those times. A dull prick in her head. Almost like her body and mind were trying to warn her. Trying to tell her that an intruder had begun to reach into the depths of her mind. He was trying to get into her head again. No. He [i]was[/i] in her head again. 

Her gaze looked up to the man before her, and she tilted her head as the vision wavered. Like ripples flowing across his form. This wasn't real. He messing with her. She felt her anger bubble up, not believing he was in her head. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to focus. To force him out. Her mother used to practice with her a little doing such a thing. Not much. Back then, she hadn't been able to keep her mom from her head. But, she was older now, and her mother had years of training under her belt. Maybe she could force this solider out. 

Sure enough, when she opened her eyes, the vision was suddenly gone and her eyes moved over to the seat. Where, just as she had kept him, was the Lunairan. Still chained and her captive. She growled in frustration, getting to her feet, "Don't try that again, you [i]Kokzud[/i]!" The last word was a very...profound insult and slur in the Lunairan community. Meaning freak. Abomination. Someone who didn't belong. To not belong was the worst thing to Lunairans. One did not want to be an outcast in such the small numbers they had left of their species.