Resla noticed Thava approaching immediately. She was a little hard to miss, actually. Resla was still on edge, and didn't want to make an unexpected movements for fear of somehow disobeying an unsaid rule and losing the mercy she had earned, but she still took a hesitant step back as Thava towered over her. She felt mostly fear, but surprisingly also quite a lot of annoyance. seriously? she thought they were past that part. Of course, hearing what she had to say proved that that may not be the case. she took a deep breath, and tried her best to reason "look, I get it, it's been coming up a lot, but we've already been over this, so I don't think..." she stopped as the person she was supposedly talking to continued to shift noticeably in front of her, to the point that Resla was just staring silently, wide eyed. Well, if she wasn't intimidating before...<br/><br/>She shivered slightly, trying to stay calm, but knowing that the conversation probably wasn't over. well, not exactly. she took another step back, but that did about as much as she could have expected when a large pair of jaws came down over her. Despite the warmth of the humid air, she shivered again. The worst part about all of this was that she was doing everything she could to stay in line right now, and if Thava was crew, then that most likely meant that she couldn't do any harm. not that she thought she could do very much against her, but it still felt awful to repress her instinctive urge to claw her way out of this. she took a deep breath of that warm, humid air, only to just feel more and more constricted. She couldn't take it any more, and started squirming, although this turned out to be pointless, and yielded no results. There was too ways this situation could end, and the thought of that glowing white throat was making her more nervous by the second. all she could do was uselessly struggle and hope for the best.