Rolling her eyes, Lucian always needed to one up Alyssa. He had this way about control. It was like any time that the blonde managed to have any sort of authority between them, Lucian made sure that he squashed it. So she glared at him through her slitted blue eyes as she was led, against her will through the wasteland. The girl missed her home, she missed Lucky, she missed her old life. Alyssa hated Lucian for everything that he had done for her, everything that he had taken from her and she still wanted revenge. The travel gave her time to think.<br/><br/>Lucian would never trust Rogue but it was possible that he could trust Alyssa. Trust, he said, would possibly lead to a gun. A gun could lead to a little bit of control. Alyssa couldn't remember how long she had been without chems, she couldn't remember how long it had been since she had been at Lucian's control, the heat was making her feel as if she was losing her mind. The girl pulled the zipper down the front of her vault suit almost exposing her breasts. She honestly didn't care. It was that fucking hot out.<br/><br/>Once the sun went down, things went polar opposite, it began to get very cold. Alyssa quickly pulled the zipper up on the vault suit before wrapping her arms around her waist. The group seemed to eat quietly instead using their energy to keep their bodies warm. Alyssa's blue eyes watched the trio whom barely spoke to each other. She pondered how they got anything done as a team when they were all so quiet. But the answer had to be that Lucian made the commands and the group simply followed.<br/><br/>The blonde Alyssa was deep in her thoughts. She was brought from that space quickly when something fell against her shoulders. It was a coat, Lucian's coat, the thing smelled like him. It brought back memories and for a moment Alyssa considered throwing it to the ground, she considered yelling at him, swearing, cursing. The scent of him on her triggered her. She could feel her body warm, her anxiety was beginning to go crazy. But she didn't need a fight, she was too tired, maybe after some rest.<br/><br/>"Thank you, Blackout." Alyssa said it quietly, defeated. There was no reason for her to lash out at him doing something halfway decent. But still those memories of her first rape surfaced and she couldn't get them to go away. She continued to watch him as she slowly ate, afraid of what was going on inside of his head. It was like he was watching her and waiting for her to have an outburst. But Alyssa remained silent, instead trying to push the rape memories from her mind and find an escape route.