"Good." Wes stated as he moved closer to the woman. The ship then began shaking as it started to move of the hanger. Though Wes barely noticed it, he's pretty used to it. He held up his right hand, and a five inch blade made of pure, bright red energy. Wes grabbed her by the collar of her clothes to keep her still. He then slashed her shackles apart, freeing her of her restraints. He let go of her, and turned around to exit the cell. "Well? Are you going to stay in there?" Wes asked before he exited the cell.
"I assume you have questions correct? May I ask you a question first? What is your name?" Wes asked as he led the way to the table with whatever items she had on her when she was abducted. "Take off complete. Do we have a heading Captain Ironhide?" Comet asked. "No, just make sure we're far enough away from the Aractis. Can't trust those backstabbing bastards." Wes replied. "Yes Captain Ironhide." It replied. "That's Comet. He's a Virtual Intelligence." Wes explained. "He runs the more complicated functions of the ship. Oh, you're on my ship, The Lone Star, by the way."
Wes looked at the items she had on her, and slightly scuffed at them. "Primitive." He scuffed. Of course anything can appear to be primitive compared to what he's used to. "Though I suppose it's better than what was there when I was last on Earth." He stated. "So where are you from?" He asked as if this was some sort of normal occurrence, forgeting whatever strangness she was feeling. It's been way, way too long since he's ever been weirded out by anything. He learned a long time ago to just roll with the punches as they come. Simple enough.