As he seems to remain calm and relaxed, she tries to train her exterior in the same way. It comes off as more of a cardboard cut out version of Del's natural calm state. But the longer she attempts to mimic his stature, the more she settles into it so that it's less stiff and more relaxed as he is. On the inside though, she's freaking out a little bit too.

"Del Spooner. My ship crashed in an open area not far from where we stand now." She explains, stepping out on a limb in telling him even that much. But he needs to understand the necessity of her getting the ship working again.

She wants to peer out of the windows, but she dare not look away from the man standing in front of her. She might be trying to appear calm as he is, but she is not that. Her guard is still high, waiting for him to attack. "What planet is this?"