Xena looks at Blackhawk when he called to her. She listened to what he had said. She did know some English she was still learning it. She could speak any language and understand it, just by hearing someone speak it. She nods, feeling a little akward around him. â€œYes, why?â€ she asks. The way she spoke it, made her sound like either a robot or maybe a little broken. She could sense that he wasnâ€™t a danger to her, she then approached him. There was something about him, which made her trust him.<span style="font-style: italic"> Hmmâ€¦who is he, why does he give off this weird vibe?</span>She thinks. She stayed about a foot or two away from him, for she didnâ€™t want him to see what she really looked like she had so many questions, but didnâ€™t want to ask.  She stood there and stared at him, her yellow silted eyes seemed to be glowing in the dark. â€œWho are you?â€ She asks. She was very curious about him, she stood there and tilted her head to one side as she studied his features. She was a very detailed oriented person; she noticed every little detail about him. Then taking a clawed hand she reached up and pulled the hood of her cloak down to reveal what she really looked like. She normally didnâ€™t do this, because there was no one that she trusted. That is except Blackhawk. Something told her in the back of her mind, that he would be able to deal with what she looks like and wonâ€™t really freak out on her. And that she could trust him.<br/><br/>â€œMy name is Xena.â€ Is all she says. Her tail twitched slightly, her senses were on high alert. Any sign of trouble and she would flee. Her skin, at least the alien half of her glistened in the light of the street lights â€œWho were those people I saw earlier?â€ She asks. The Omega Circle enticed her curiosity.  But something about them made her not want to trust them. If they tried to recruit her, she would refuse and flee. She wouldnâ€™t want to join because she had to display what she looked like publicly. The thing is, when people seen her appearance they would call her names like the word monster and then run away.  â€œAre they bad people?â€ She asks. Then someone screamed and another person yellled monster at her. She was used to this but still didnâ€™t like it. Someone was also yelling for someone to call anyone to get rid of her. She hated how humans could be so mis-understanding about things and so hateful toward things or those they donâ€™t understand. Then gun shots are heard and someone shot her in the back, trying to â€œget ridâ€ of her. Her blood began to drip on to the side walk. Being acid, it began to make a hissing noise as it began to eat through the side walk below their feet. Using her tail, gentally she picks the bullet out. Then with a hiss (think of the hissing sound Alien makes in the movie if youâ€™ve watched it), she turns around to face her attackers.<br/><br/>The man with the gun began to shake violently, you could see it because his gun was rasied. â€œPlease put the weird fire thing down, I donâ€™t want to hurt you.â€ She says to him. The man screams and then drops the gun quickly and runs away screaming in horror. With another hiss she then turns around to face Blackhawk once again. Her wound had already heal itself.