This Lunairan was insane! He was going to get them both killed. She had half the mind to turn and make a dash for her gun, knowing what would happen when he opened that door, but just as she considered it, there was a blast at her feet, warning her not to move. She glared at him. She would have to wait until the Beast was distracted by him and then go for her weapon. She wouldn't die here. She had lived too long, had been through too much to let this happen.

Sure enough, the idiotic alien had opened the door, and even more stupidly, yelled out for to gain its attention, believing it to be one of his alien friends. He opened the door all the way and sure enough, the Beast was there, attacking him and knocking them both to the ground, trying to eat the alien's face off, the two struggling. With the thing distracted, and the alien focused on the bigger threat, Evelynia turned, quickly making her way tot he back of the aircraft where she had her living area set up. It took a big of searching, shoving things out of the way and such, until finally she spotted her pistol far under the bed.

Cursing under her breath she got down on her stomach on the floor of the plane, stretching her arm and struggling to reach where the gun had slid to far under the bed. Finally, her fingers brushed against it and she had it in her grasp, pulling it out. Her hands were shaky as she checked it over to make sure it hadn't been damaged when the alien had knocked it from her hands (a backfire because of damage would have been very dangerous for her), and once she was sure it was undamaged, she pulled it off of the safety and turned to where the alien and the Beast were still struggling on the ground with one another. 

For a quick moment, she considered letting the Beast kill the alien and then killing the Beast. The alien would deserve it. He had attempted to kill her once already. Had planned just now to show her off to his teammates before he would have killed her. To torture her and draw out his death to entertain himself and make himself seem like the bigger and more powerful person. It was sick. The Lunairans were the monsters here, and she dearly hoped the Beasts would do what they did best when they found the Scouts.

Yet, if she waited until the Beast had killed this Lunairan, then it would be focused on her. It would fight her and she wouldn't have a better chance of survival. She would have to kill it now if she wanted a good chance to get out of this alive, while its focus was on the Lunairan. Lifting her gun, she tried to steady her hands from shaking. Who could blame her? No matter how many times she faced these things, they reminded her of what was. Of these Beasts once being people and animals. Of her Uncle, who had been turning into one and how she had been forced to kill him before he fully did.

It was even more difficult with the alien and Beast struggling against each other. They were moving so much it was hard to get a good aim. Right when she was so sure she had clear shot, she did. Only in their movements the two shifted so that instead of the bullet lodging into the monster's head, it had lodged into its shoulder. 

Giving a howl of pain, the thing snarled and growled, turning its attention to where the gunshot had come from, right at her. Before she knew it, the thing was rushing at her, and had her on the ground now, pinned, the two struggling, it trying to bite at her, what had once been nails now sharp claws, putting a good slice into her shoulder, causing her to yell out in pain of her own.

After what seemed like forever of struggling to her, but was really only a matter of seconds, she managed to wrangle herself so that the barrel of her pistol was against the things head, and shot. Blood spattered everywhere and the thing's body fell on top of her. She was quick to shove it off of her, struggling to sit up, clutching her bleeding shoulder, her breath uneven as she tried to catch her breath and calm down after almost loosing her life to that thing. And as soon as her mind cleared a little bit, she held her gun up in one hand, toward the Lunairan, her free hand holding her shoulder to try and stop the bleeding, shaking her head in disgust, "You stupid, alien. You almost got us both killed."