Calista blinked as the door creaked open and a small girl, no more than eighteen, peered out at her. The pistol in her hand wavered for a moment, lowering slightly in her confusion. The idea that anyone had survived a fall like that was crazy.<br/><br/>"You're..." Calista wasn't sure what she really wanted to end that sentence. Alive? Not mangled? Just a kid? Not a missle? As her mind raced in a million different directions her eyes drifted over the girl's shoulder. Her breath caught in her throat and she leaned closer trying to see more. Through the sliver of a crack, she could see that there was much more to the room than there was on the outside. She saw lights and technology and she could<span style="font-style: italic">feel</span>a slight humming in her bones. She stumbled a step back. It felt so<span style="font-style: italic">wrong</span>.<br/><br/>"Who are you?" She asked, the gun still lowered and shaking slightly in her hands. This strange girl and her disproportionate room had done what the thought of a missile attack had not. She was shaking. "What is this? Is this some kind of...military trick? Are they using children now?"