Nathan had heard any manner of speeches from captives to regain their freedom. He stared into the glass as well, distressed by the aggressive greeting from the other ship to the Nakta as much as any of them. He held his rifle ready, more out of frustration than need, given that the threats were locked up. It was clear that Jonah and Josephine wanted to help. Jonah was outright giving his commander a look, and gesturing with a ungloved hand at the panel that would free her, and Josephine was quietly supporting that decision. Nathan shook his head while the woman went on. "It's too risky. Go to the windows instead, maybe they can pick up our coms at this distance. Dawson will say anything to keep from being a subject in a lab." The last part did get to him, but he'd done worse to better people for his money.<br/><br/>Jonah huffed and felt drawn to Zara. He hated her for what she'd said, and it was all he could think about now. He always carried that insecurity with him. His wife Elizabeth had a good relationship with Frank, his friend, and they always saw Jonah off together. While they gave no signs of an affair, he always had these flashes of them starting at each other in their car before he was even out of the atmosphere. Usually though, Elizabeth would answer as soon as he could contact her, and nothing suspicious would be going on. Now his paranoia ran rampant, and he focused it all on the Dawson woman.<br/><br/>They were all startled when the woman made her noises, and crowded the little window in the door to see just what was happening. Nathan's brow pinched and the handle of his rifle creaked as he squeezed it harder. This was concerning. There'd be value in her dead body, or the deceased child, but he'd get quite the bonus if they were still alive to be studied. Mr. Weyland himself had a great bounty on live specimens, and this was that opportunity. Josephine was engaged and hammered the sturdy panel with the bottom of her fist, which wouldn't open the door, but did well in calling his attention to it.<br/><br/>"Comon, sir! You're costing of a lot of credits here. You wanna have an okay payday and do this for the rest of your life, or do you want to retire young?" she shouted. Josephine didn't know why she felt so involved with Zara. She'd never cared for other women, and definitely not kids, but Zara's predicament resounded with the soldier, somehow. She was trying to keep it in check, since they were on a mission, but the more Nathan hesitated the more anxious Josephine grew. There was just something with this that spoke to her, and she needed to help her. "You're killing our meal ticket!" she shouted and took off her glove. "Let me get her out or we get blasted out of space by the other ship!"<br/><br/>Nathan cussed and made a dismissive gesture at Josephine who took it as allowance. The group stood back when the door opened and Jonah hurried in to grab the woman by her arm. "Get to the panel first! We need her to log in so we can hail the other vessel." he shouted. As much as he liked his money, he'd rather be alive to enjoy it than be frozen meat out in space where nobody would come and get him. Weyland was famous for cutting their losses, and wrote "missing" more often than they paid out checks to the families of their employees.<br/><br/>Jonah had no trouble being rough with the woman, and with the other sights painting green dots on her and her belly, she had little chance to do anything but what she was told to. Josephine threw a undersuit to her, which was basically just a silver orb that would dress her in a layer of fibers once activated. She felt a little sickened by how the men were obviously reacting to the mother's nudity. She'd dealt with enough of that with them already, she didn't need their libidos amplified. There was also a streak of sympathy in her for Zara on this subject.<br/><br/>Jonah didn't care if Zara was dressed again, his eyes completely fixated on her when he ushered her toward the panel. "How the fuck did you know about Elizabeth and Frank?" he asked even as he forced her to stand by the keyboard with the red screens surrounding her. Nathan hurried to stand by her side. "Tell me you were lying!" he shouted and held the muzzle to her temple with bruising pressure. His teeth ground and his finger flexed toward the trigger. He didn't understand why he was so obsessed with this woman all of a sudden, still with a raging hard-on somehow held in place by the cup of his armor. He wanted to tear her to pieces and fuck her.<br/><br/>Nathan grabbed Jonah's rifle and directed it elsewhere. "Not the fucking time, Jonah." he said and shoved the other man back. He in turn held his handgun to the belly and gestured toward the screens, ready to save his crew and this ship. "Now, if you'd please, Ms Dawson. I don't think another collision will be good for you, us or the baby, so just undo the fucking safety protocols so we can hail them, and then we'll all be on our way home."<br/><br/>Somewhere in the back Jonah was pacing, and Josephine was with him, though calmer, they were both still clutching their weapons. He was afflicted with red flashes of his beloved wife entangled with his friend, who'd served with him. Every time he passed the wall he punched it. Josephine seemed lost in thought, completely oblivious to her surroundings. She tried to understand why she was feeling all these things. She was usually very good at keeping her emotions on leash, but the new things she felt were taking her over, and she was seeing the benefit of just going with it.