'For resistance is futile.'  The thought just popped into her mind as Lita answered her.    She was brought,  owned by a Mr Black who is her master.   For a slaaf is a term that means slave.   Yet this is not the most outrageous thing.   The fact that this woman Lita is telling her that she is not on earth.  But on some planet called Yakual.    A shake of disbelief is given.  A thought that derives from her great grandmother.   As she remembers her scolding her for staying up  to watch reruns of the sci-fi show the 'Outer limits'.   That it would keep her awake at night.        'Boy was this the outer limits or what.'<br/><br/>Glancing back down to her plate of food.  Which was not the cheeseburger and french fries she had hoped for.  Instead some kind of roasted meat and potatoes.   Just seemed to heap on the troubles.    It thou give her a moment of collecting her thoughts and think over what is been said.    Which all joking aside, rings a bit of truth.  For the woman here, was dressed in clothing that well looked different.  It was like she was on a sci-fi television show set.<br/><br/>Not once would she think or wonder why she acts in such a docile reaction to what Lita has told her.    When she should have been fired up mad over what has been said.    Its like she on a heavy dose of vellum.    Still thou she needs to react.   As she brings her head up and looks back to Lita.<em>"Slave,  I am owned.  I think not,  you can't own anyone.  I'm American."</em>She respond with, as if that says it all.