Returning to the living room he stood in the doorway gazing at the alien laying on his sofa. She looked so serene, peacefull even. Yet her well shaped body, and lithe form bespoke of a warrior who could probably kill him with ease. And who knew what other inhuman powrs she might have? In them ovies aliens had all sortsof powers, from being psychic, to being able to kill with but a touch.<br/><br/>A touch of fear began to creep down his spine as he slowly walked toward her. Assuming she wasn't seriously hurt she would be coming to any moment now. How would she react? How would he react?<br/><br/>He slowly knelt next to her. With a slightly trembling hand he reached out to brush her hair from her forehead.