Fain knew he would be terrifying to the woman before him. After all there was only two creatures in the universe he'd ever met who towered over him in height. Nykyrian and his son. That being said he was also large, extremely muscular and had a strange set of white eyes with a fine hint of red around the iris. Something he knew was deeply unsettling to a human. Well she must be human. He could tell as much. He tapped his ear to listen to the conversation of the others.<br/><br/>It seemed that most of the rest were already back on the main ship awaiting him, Corin and Royin. He regarded her and almost laughed when she spoke. Her words holding such a readiness to fight him to protect the boy he couldn't contain the grunt of surprise from escaping his lips. Well he'd give her credit she had balls for a female. Fain being Andarion was used to extremely strong females. Since their females were as fierce as the males if not more so. He just wasn't used to it in someone so tiny in comparison to an average Andarion female. She was even smaller then Sumi, Dancer's wife and that took him by storm.<br/><br/><span style="color: #afcfaf">"He's his father,"</span>Fain said making sure to inundate each word. Her accent was foreign and strange to him. But at least her words seemed to be in Universal even if it was a very strange dialect of it. Regardless he didn't have time for this. The countdown was still running on the explosives and if they didn't tell-ass they would fry.<span style="color: #afcfaf">"We have to leave, and if you don't get out of this cell right now I'll throw you over my shoulder and carry you. NOW MOVE,"</span>he called stepping out of her cell and waiting impatiently for her to join him in the hall.<br/><br/>Royin looked back but at a quick hand wave from Fain took off running after the prisoners they had set free. He couldn't risk his son and Fain didn't want him to. For that matter he wasn't sure why he was risking himself for this strange human. It wasn't like he<span style="font-style: italic">liked</span>humans or well much of anyone for that matter. Fain really wasn't the kind of guy to like people. He was a loner. His past had taught him enough about people to last a lifetime.