Laughter. Horribly feminine, twisted, laughter resounded in Marco's mind, it's sultry tone mocking, victorious.<em>"Quite roomy up here. You didn't learn much in school, did you?"</em>It called to him. A chill ran over his shoulders, down his arms, down his back before pulling back abruptly, sliding elsewhere along his body. This chill wasn't just a localized cry of cold, there was something else about it, something...tangible, solid.  Something that caused a secondary freeze deeper down in Marco's very soul.<em>"Maybe you should stop running, dear, I don't know what you're trying to accomplish. I haven't really hurt any of you yet. In fact, I could do quite the opposite, if you'll just let me. Too bad you all are far too afraid of me...</em>The chill snaked down the man's stomach, barely,<em>just</em>barely avoiding the sensitive area between his legs as it traveled down, seeing fit to rest its 'touch' on his rear. That chilling giggle resounded again through his mind...<br/><br/>"No, not at all...What the<em>fuck.</em>....I'm not fat! I'm<em>big boned!!</em>For reals!" With a huff and a newfound resolve, Heather gripped Seren's hand rather tightly and the conductor's baton in the other and began to run after Marco. There was no way she was going to let this...this...God, what<em>was</em>she!? ...Take over and use her new friend for any reason. Still, there was a part of her mind screaming 'suicide', a large part of her very being that wanted to take Marco's advice to heart and make a sharp U-Turn away from this whole situation. But really, what good would that do? A few more hours, maybe, of living life as a refugee? As a runaway prisoner from fate? And then what? Was she going to torment them before killing them slowly? Ripping their limbs off? Making them watch each other's...No. No.<em>No.</em>No more thoughts, no more sickening thoughts on this! Eyes on the prize, heart on victory, right?<br/><br/>Too bad her legs were burning already. Band camp was<em>nothing</em>on this.<br/>---<br/><br/>"...Seven?" The woman moved to a kneeling position, her eyebrows coming together slightly in confusion. The moment passed quickly, though, and her head tilted as her alien friend's personality returned with haste. Kara blinked several times in rapid succession, her hand resting on his...well, what served as his shoulder for now. Realization about her new position washed over her and suddenly it seemed rather...unacceptable to be touching him. More of it lied in the awkwardness of the situation, those few moments of uncertainty that unnerved the Vice-captain. Still...everything seemed normal now, right...?<br/><br/>"I see. It is truly a benevolent being. ...I wonder...if maybe one day I'd be able to see it?" She hadn't ever really been to Seven's homeworld. He had just appeared one day, and at this point in time she really was unsure. It had been during one of the few periods of time Kara took to sleep, so she had missed his entrance altogether.<br/><br/>"Oh? Do you? I've always thought it was a bit long, I suppose. I've been toying with the idea of cutting it as of late. You really think I should keep it long?"