Watched the by play being played out between Kairi and Lita.    Her moments of fear that gripped her now stifled.   The effects of the whiskey giving her courage.   Though it is not the sole source to bring the calm.   Its the rapid thoughts on everything.   The fantastic story that Lita weaves.  That they are on another planet far from Earth.   When nothing has shown this to be true.  So why should it be believed.<br/><br/>While she also with limited knowledge.   Only drawing on past experiences.   Such she doesn't have.  So she references something close to what is been said.   In referencing being a slaaf,  a slave.   So she draws upon the movie again of 'Taken'.    The sex mills reference she envisions the warehouse scenes at the construction site in the movie.  The drugged induced girls.   Then for what Lita is eluding to, the clients.  She goes to envisioning the auction of selected girls.<br/><br/>So the choice was simple.   Play along and contribute to what amounts to a brothel.   Or rebel and be sent to the depravity of a sex mill camp.  Where day and night blur and more men would use them beyond reason.   A shiver runs up her spine with that thought.    Strangely through it is not a shiver of fear.   In a warped twisted way,  it was rather a turn on.   Fatima push that thought away.   It had to be the liquor imparting such a thought.<br/><br/>She did not realize tears had begun to run down her cheeks.  As though out her thoughts.  She could not help but think of her great grand mother.  She missed her,   she wonder if she was alright.    Even thou her great grand mother didn't even know who she was now.   She missed the times before.  When she could talk to her.    In this she felt alone,  lost.  Even more lost then when she had lost her parents.  For she had only been three at the time.   This is much more gut wretching for her.   In one sense a far greater loss.   The loss of her Nana.