Siren had a loud and very threatening clatter, and she almost fainted with terror. Her grip tightened on the bat, her body tensed for an attack or explosion or<em>something</em>. A full minute passed, and it felt like light-years to Siren. She was starting to hyperventilate again, her brown eyes darting around the launch bay, noticing all the dark shadows and unfamiliar equipment and emptiness.<br/><br/>She didn't notice the mirror stuck around the corner peering at her, although if she<em>had</em>noticed it, she probably would've had run away in terror. She was not meant for this duty, she was not an Enforcer, why hadn't FeL woken up another chamber...why why why?<br/><br/>When Siren finally caught movement from the corner of her eye--she had been peering intently at one dark shadow in the corner, wondering if that was the alien crouching underneath the hull of a broken ship--she spun around and gasped involuntarily. In one frightened glance, she caught the tall human-shaped body covered with transculent skin, pulsing with different colors. With the black haze beginning to cover her vision, she couldn't make out the predominant color.<br/><br/>Her last thought before she fainted from terror was,<em>Oh, shit! I'm gonna die!</em>