Nayru raised a brow; that was a bit more of a response than she was expecting at first.  She apparently doesn't handle stress well... but as much as such displays annoyed her (if she were a marine she'd have put his ass in line five seconds before), she let it play out, because it got her talking without restraint or any inkling to lie.  Seemed she was telling the story, though she was wondering just who this was...<br/><br/>When she turned back around, scared and vulnerable, it made the marine's heart race.  Damn, why did she have to have a soft spot for the vulnerable, submissive ones?<br/><br/>"No, I don't know what's in there.  I don't know who you work for, or anything else on that note either.  So how about you sit down, calm down, and explain what the hell is going on, and maybe, just<em>maybe</em>, we can help you finish your mission and get out scotch-free.  But only,<em>only</em>if you tell me what you know..."<br/><br/>As she said that she moved closer and closer to the woman, until they were practically touching, and Nayru holding her gaze with her strong, domineering gaze...