As he listens for the girl's response, Colon rubs his forefinger and thumb on his right hand together, an old habit he had inheireted from his mother. Like her, he does it when stressed, confused, or thoughtful alike. Right now... Well, right now he's not fully sure why he's doing it, in all honesty.
"Well," she starts finally. "I was told it's because they want to learn more about your species. They were not expecting to come across intelligent life on this planet so I would assume they want to study your behaviors. Perhaps in order to find out if we can maybe share this planet? I'm not positive on this because I have yet to talk to my father, he's not too pleased with me at the moment."
"I don't WANT anything from you," she continues. "I saw them bring you in and I grew curious about you." She shrugs as though it made perfect sense, causing Colon to frown deeply. "Plus I figured you may need a friend, so here I am."
Colon bites down on his lip, thinking over the girl's words as he continues his finger rubbing absentmindedly. That explanation sounds all too familiar. He knows very well what an overwhelming bout of curiousity can bring, having fallen victim to such a feeling many times himself. Frowning, he cranes his neck toward the door. Perhaps no one is out there. If what she claims is true, that she's merely curious, it would be probable that she came alone, but not at all certain. The risk of running would still be great, especially considering her final statement. I figured you may need a friend... If those words didn't reek of a trap, than he is useless, indeed.
Finally, Colon leans back in the seat, deciding to play along as the gullible bastard for the time being. Maybe she'd accidentally reveal herself if he made as though he's putting his guard down.
"Okay," he says slowly, maintaining eye contact with much difficulty. (Those eyes are chilling, they are.) "So you're curious... What about, if you don't mind my asking? I may answer, but surely you understand if I ignore a question completely. My predicament isn't exactly a pleasant one to be in, Miss..." He pauses. "Do you have a name?"
"Well," she starts finally. "I was told it's because they want to learn more about your species. They were not expecting to come across intelligent life on this planet so I would assume they want to study your behaviors. Perhaps in order to find out if we can maybe share this planet? I'm not positive on this because I have yet to talk to my father, he's not too pleased with me at the moment."
"I don't WANT anything from you," she continues. "I saw them bring you in and I grew curious about you." She shrugs as though it made perfect sense, causing Colon to frown deeply. "Plus I figured you may need a friend, so here I am."
Colon bites down on his lip, thinking over the girl's words as he continues his finger rubbing absentmindedly. That explanation sounds all too familiar. He knows very well what an overwhelming bout of curiousity can bring, having fallen victim to such a feeling many times himself. Frowning, he cranes his neck toward the door. Perhaps no one is out there. If what she claims is true, that she's merely curious, it would be probable that she came alone, but not at all certain. The risk of running would still be great, especially considering her final statement. I figured you may need a friend... If those words didn't reek of a trap, than he is useless, indeed.
Finally, Colon leans back in the seat, deciding to play along as the gullible bastard for the time being. Maybe she'd accidentally reveal herself if he made as though he's putting his guard down.
"Okay," he says slowly, maintaining eye contact with much difficulty. (Those eyes are chilling, they are.) "So you're curious... What about, if you don't mind my asking? I may answer, but surely you understand if I ignore a question completely. My predicament isn't exactly a pleasant one to be in, Miss..." He pauses. "Do you have a name?"