The grip on his weapon slackened as whoever it was in the crate - obviously a female - began crying. The mental buffeting from her unbridled terror cut through his soul, stronger than any physical blade. He put the gun away, his hands shaking at this point. "Okay.. okay." he said, keeping his speech short, not trusting his voice not to crack. "I.. I won't throw out. Just.. give me a moment.." he said, stepping back, leaning against the metal wall of the cargo room.<br/><br/>'<strong>Who.. is this??</strong>' he thought fiercely, trying to shake the terrible feelings he was receiving from him. He cursed softly to himself. He should have gotten these.. things in his head trained. But he had not thought about that, back when they first showed up. '<strong>Why are her emotions reaching me so?</strong>' he thought, sighing deeply as he finally got some control over himself.<br/><br/>He pushed off the wall, and approached the crate. He inspected it carefully. It had hinges on the lid, but it had been padlocked shut, just like all the others. It could be, that's she's part of the cargo. '<strong>No. It could not have been. She would have been in an animal crate, not a cargo one. She would not have survived otherwise..</strong>' he thought. He then looked to one of the tool boxes, and retrieved a crowbar. "Stand back." he said, grunting some as he worked the crowbar under the latch and the lock, before prying the latch completely off, since he did not have the key to any of these crates.<br/><br/>The lid was easy enough to open afterward, still, he hesitated some moments before slowly opening it and looking inside.<br/><br/>