She probably feels like this place is a prison to her.
I glanced over my shoulder once more, seeing her look around at the inside of the space ship in interest. As we passed by a few rooms, some of the others noticed us walking by and gave her a cruel stare. Florence and Daniel were always good at spreading out news but they often influenced it to their own advantage.
Most of them hissed at me when they saw us holding hands as I guided her through the corridor, trying to find the spare room I'd seen a few days ago. The only person that was faintly normal and okay with what was going on (other than me) was Marcus.
He popped out from around the corner as I almost collided against him. He was the second most elder of the group, and therefore Daniel trusted in him to have a 'sense of responsibility' like he did. But those two didn't get along. They had cat and mouse fights almost each day. Daniel's leadership only pushed Marcus over the edge as he claimed it to be pure selfishness and pride. Because of their conflicting opinions and the fact that I didn't like Daniel much either, we got along pretty well.
When he saw her however, his blue eyes widened in delight, the complete opposite reaction of all the others. Her grip on my hand tightened however, and I could feel her vibes of nervousness break out.
"So what do we have here?" He asked, rubbing his hands together. "Is she the..."
"Did they run her across the database?"
It wasn't too hard for me to believe that none of the others had told him yet. The rest of the crew were on Daniel's side. And this somehow forced the others to shut up.
Sighing, I said, "They didn't find her on it. And so, they just believe she's a threat. What kind of an assumption is that?"
"A 'Daniel' one," he grunted, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
I shrugged and I felt her jump at my sudden movement. Looking back, a little fear was written across her face. But of course, she wasn't used to our human ways. But eventually...
"I should probably be taking her to get some rest. I bet she needs to get herself prepared for whatever more they're going to do to her."
I jumped slightly, and turned around. Her eyes were wide as she looked up at me, waiting for an answer.
"I didn't mean that," I reassured her.
"You didn't mean what?" Marcus asked, confused.
"It's...it's nothing." I turned back around and gave him a small smile. "We should probably get going."
"Yeah, sure. Tell me more once she's sleeping."
I gave him a little wave and turned around the corner, letting her walk into the room first before closing the door behind me.
"Tell me," I said, lightly tugging her hand to join me on the bed. "About yourself."