"Amirawan?" Freya was confused, her mind switching back and forth between the events of the night. She had almost no decent idea of what was going on, but she knew better than to try and fight. At least not... yet. Yes. Not yet... But maybe soon.
"That is the name of our ship. Has no one informed you of anything?" The male alien looked at her as if she was some sort of idiot, a fool.
"No. I'm sorry, I-I was-" Freya was cut off by the fingers of Lysxander against her lips.
"You really are yet a child in this universe. I would have expected Soirsha to have explained these things to you." He spoke with such a bored sounding voice that it almost made Freya cringe. But there was a strange, yet immense beauty in his accent.
"Excuse me, but... Who is Soirsha?" Freya cocked her head, narrowing her eyes in confusion.
"The golden girl, our lady Doctor." He replied, a slight smirk breaking it's way onto his sculpted, perfect face.
"Oh..." Freya was at a near loss for words, her eyes fixated on him. He was the epitome of angelic, but he was most likely closer to a hellion.
"Will I be here forever? I don't want to be here... I want to go back home..." Freya was overcome by a sudden sense of dread, her eyes glazing over with fear and a hurting heart.
"There is no home to go back to but here." Lysxander seemed so calm, it almost scared her.
"What do you mean? I have a home! And it's not here, on this damned ship! It's in New York city, on EARTH!!" Freya breathed heavily, her eyes swelling up with tears as her body trembled in rage.
Lysxander stepped ever closer, his feet coming coming to a stop just before hers. His face was merely inches from hers, his breath cold and icy on her face. He roughly grabbed her shoulders, dragging her over to the window. Wall. Damn. Wall made of a window. A huge window. Close enough?
"LOOK!! THERE IS NOTHING LEFT OF THE BLUE PLANET, YOUR EARTH! NOW DEAL WITH YOURSELF!!" He shook her hard, her back towards him.