((You are a bounty hunter. You saved Nila, a Virethian, who doesn't speak english (This is a futuristic world with space travel) She was a slave of your last target. On your way home from your mission, you two sit face to face in the cockpit. She turns to look at you from sitting down in the formerly empty co-pilot's seat with a gaze as intense as fire.)) I look at you with startlingly blue eyes, ones uncommon but not unheard of in my race, my red skin, and maroon hair reflecting the lights a little more than a normal human. I stay silent, wanting you to know that I won't submit to any tyranny, or mistreatment.