Snippet #2717746

Well his hands jumped around the controls in a futile attempt to fix the ship he felt something press against the back of his head. In a very calm voice, "Miss. If you would be so kind as to remove your gun from the back of my head. Its making it a little hard to focus on trying to rectify our current situation." pausing for a moment, the gentleman notices he can scene... no... more like feel and hear her heart beat, the blood pumping through her veins. He can feel how worked up she is, but more then that he can almost smell her blood to, and there is some thing off about it. Not in a bad way though and it gives him a scene of familiarity. "Miss. Guessing by your actions, increased heart rate, and your words, we suffer from the same condition. You have no idea who you are, how you got here or were here is. Guessing by how you are holding that gun it seems some how familiar, natural in your hand though you know not why. I know because I have the same questions. Now if you would be so kind as to have a seat I'm sure the three of us and whom ever else is aboard can figure some thing out. And yes you by the door if you would be so kind as to give us a hand."