His insults and speculations didn't bother her. Her mind continued to do her work and she continued to further press into his mind, working her way in using her own ability. He seemed to realize what she was doing at the last minute, but by then it was too late to fight it. She could see his body begin to relax and when he spoke to her one last time, asking what she had done to her, she didn't answer. Just turned her lips upward in a smirk as she watched him go limp. Sleep had taken him over and once it had, she released her power on him. His body now falling into its own relaxed state as an after effect to keep him asleep for now. She stood up and made her way over to inspect him, being smart to stay just out of his reach. Just in case.

"Afraid to kill you?" She huffed, talking to him as he slept, "I killed my own uncle, who cared for me years after my father passed. The only family and human I had left. You, an alien I hate, I would have no qualms about putting a bullet into." He didn't wake up of course, and she didn't care if he heard her in his sleep or not. Now that she had the last word for the night, she turned, walking away from him. 

Taking a moment, she went down the isle of the plane, closing the sliders over the plane windows. If there were any scouts that had survived the Beasts, she didn't want them seeing her walking around the inside of the plane. And she also didn't want the alien to be able to look out the windows either to try and plan an escape. She only left one window by her mattress uncovered, so that she could look out it from where she sat. Just to keep an eye on things. 

It took a little while longer, but now with the alien out, she actually get some rest at least. Before falling asleep, she laid there, staring up at the ceiling of the plane. How long should she keep this Lunairan alive? Well, she wouldn't give him any of her food and drink unless he was willing to talk. So, either he would just thirst and starve himself to death. Or he would crack. If he cracked, then she would just get all the information she could out of him and then kill him. She wouldn't keep him any more than perhaps a week. It was too dangerous to keep him for too long. She didn't need a pet. She needed to reserve her supplies and didn't need another mouth to feed. An reproducing? Such a thought was disgusting. She would NEVER lay with one of his kind. Besides. She was the last 'human'. What good would it do? Her race wouldn't stand a chance even if she did find a suitable mating partner. 

One week. Thats what she would give him. And then, she'd kill him and throw his body to the Beasts.

After what felt like forever of staring up at the ceiling, she finally fell asleep. The dreams she had...were the normal ones. Of horrors. Of a Lunairan scout killing her father. Her uncle slowly turning mad to the point she had no choice but to kill him. Of the many frightening horrors she faced there after all by herself. Hours later, at sunrise, she jerked awake, sitting up, her breath uneven and a panicked look in her eyes from the night terror she had, hand reaching instinctively for her gun. It wrapped aroudn the hilt, and it took a moment for her realize that this wasn't her gun. It was the Silencer. 

Thats right. She still had that [i]thing[/i] in her home. She had her gun of course, but it lay on the other side of the small beside table she kept beside her mattress. However, she didn't reach for it. As her mind calmed and she slipped outside of her panicked mindset, she slowly put the silencer down and shook her head. Never a peaceful night's sleep. Not with all those bad memories. Night terrors were a normal thing, though most of the time they were occupied with screams. She was thankful she hadn't screamed or made such noises. She didn't want the Lunairan to hear. To try and use that against her somehow. 

She stood and looked over. The thing still [i]seemed[/i] to be asleep, though she didn't bother checking for sure. If it was, she doubted it would much longer. Oh well. So much for peace and quiet. She moved to her supplies and grabbed her breakfast. A bottle of water and a cereal bar. She ate it slowly, letting it settle on her stomach so it would last longer. She had ration her food now that those Lunairans were out there. As much as she could. The longer the food could last, the better. 

As she finished eating, she moved over to the left side of the plane, where she had built a tiny shelf. On this shelf, rested a small flower pot with a [url=https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YvpPI3Wl-pc/VUbIyYsGPAI/AAAAAAAANG4/Uh2hAOGEvtQ/s1600/jan-1.jpg-White-with-Purple-Orchid.jpg]flower[/url] inside of it. She only ever grew one at a time, planting a new one when an old one had lived out its life and died. This one was her current flower and she loved it. A piece of Earth-Life that still lived on. Just like her. 

On the shelf under it, was a gallon jug that she had filled with rain water over time and she picked it up, pouring just a little into the pot, giving a nod of satisfaction, "There we go. That should last you a couple of days, huh?"