He was, as has been previously noted, Dreadful. Utterly Dreadful. Awful. Beyond Any Words Which Described Bad Things! Yet his arms wrapped around her, holding her close and safe and Tiara had to admit that he felt.... "Get off me you vile creature!" Tiny hands curled into tiny fists and she ineffectively pummelled against his chest. "Get OFF!" He felt awful. Awful. Yes, that was it. Not strong and safe, but dreadful. And the smell!? Frankly, he reeked. In a bad way. Not at all manly or attractive. No.<br/><br/>And that was what she was going to keep telling herself. Oh yes.<br/><br/>Because she<b> hated</b>him. With a passion. A burning, deep passion. She mostly believed it. When the cat turned that look on her, though, Precious met her gaze for gaze. "I don't know why you're glaring at me! I didn't bring the bag on board! I wouldn't be caught dead with that thing!" Mind you, the same could be said of old Reggie here, and Precious would have been very happy to give them both an earbashing but suddenly he grabbed hold of her and deposited her in a seat. "Will you<b> STOP IT!"</b><br/><br/>Really, he was the most difficult, demanding, physically abusive<i> excuse</i>for a man she had ever met!<br/><br/>The droid was entirely compliant, and her eyes flipped wide then closed as she said, "Thank you!" There was no time for more and Precious watched, her own eyes wide, as he flung himself into the seat and then, suddenly they were upside down. Someone was screaming (oh, that was her... right) and someone was making a vile yeeehaw sound and then, just as they got the right way up it all started again. "Where did you learn to drive!?" The Hard-of-Hearing Puma, or whatever it was called, was whooshing about and Tiara and Tea-Tree held hands in desperate fear.<br/><br/>But the ships around them kept going, kept shooting, and she felt the ship … bus.... vehicle thing take another hit. "I'm going to die in space with a scabby-looking cat-thing, a greasy space-dog and I've never even kissed a boy!" She cried to Tea-Tree and the droid patted her hand. "No-one's dying, darling. There, there."<br/><br/>But it was endless. Relentless. Unending. Like the list of ways her father had of avoiding taxes and the number of ways he had of collecting them. The clean air of Druidia would never again fill her lungs, Tiara thought dramatically and she realised that there was still that screaming noise. Oh, yes, it was still her.<br/><br/>As the Hard-of-Hearing Puma took another blast, this one mid-roll which sent it on a careering pattern, as she realised that she actually<i> wanted</i>to kiss a boy and it wasn't the yucky idea she'd always told her sister, and as an image of her bank account details all flashed before her eyes, quite convinced that she was going to die here, strapped in to a sticky and grubby chair and stranded from civilisation with no human being (or, none that mattered) in sight, the Princess felt her eyes start to roll counter-clockwise to the passage of the vehicle and she passed out.<br/><br/>Which at least meant, as they managed to get away, that the screaming stopped.