Disclaimer, disclaimer, disclaimer... Oh Dear Oh Dear ohdearohdearohdearohdear... please don't hate me pleasedon'thatemepleasedon'thateme for this BUT IM NOT EVEN SORRY but ohdearohdearohdearohdearohdearohdear... my excuse for this is that the actress Antje played Nadia AND Faora and I just had to and she's one of my new favorites and I loved Zod and by the way I haven't seen either movies in like forever so dont hate me if anything seems ooc and I liked Pandorum but oh dear oh dear ohdearohdearohdearohdear...

Nadia is openly gawking a Zod. Her mouth is open, and her eyes are wide with incredulity. Her fists are clenching and un-clenching, and she's beginning to think that letting these aliens onto the ship was a very bad idea - and it wasn't even hers.

Of course, the captain didn't think so, and the commanding officers are somewhere else. For some reason, these aliens (they're not humans; they look like humans, but goddamnit - that just makes her even more suspicious, because it's so obvious that they're not) had talked to the people in charge first. Now, now they're talking to crew members - and Nadia?

Well, Nadia's not really cooperating. For one, she doesn't really get why her captain would ever let anything on the ship that wasn't human (because, let's face it, this was a terrible mistake, and they're all probably going to die because of her superiors' decision - but if they all die, she hopes that the people who decided that it was okay to let these things on their ship die first).

"Is there an issue?"

Nadia blinks, tilts her head, and closes her mouth. She crosses her arms over her chest. He raises an eyebrow.

"There's one right in front of me." Gawking and glaring at him hadn't done the trick, for the past thirty seconds, to make sure that he knew he didn't belong on the human's ship. But apparently, vocal contact is necessary. So she's snapped at him, and she feels a bit better.

But he's still not off her ship.

So that's a problem.

She's glaring at him, and she's not planning on getting along with the aliens any time soon. For one, they shouldn't even be on the damn ship. Two, she really thinks that these aliens are going to be the death of her crew, and three - three: she really really hates the alien in front of her. She really does.

Hitting him seems like a good idea - maybe even stabbing him might do something for the anger bubbling up inside her chest, but she figures that these guys might be able to pack a real punch. No need to test the theory out, though - if it was on a superior officer though, then - hell, she wouldn't be complaining if one of them dropped dead from pissing one of these things off.

She wouldn't make a peep if that happened.

Well, she might snigger, but that might be it.

Or, she must just smile.

Because, who needs men and women who get their crew killed?

(She's just guessing that's going to happen, since they're all being inspected like they're soldiers in boot camp, and she has the urge to back talk her way into hell, which doesn't seem that bad right now.)

Zod - she heard him announce his damn self as General Zod - is giving her a calculating look She already knows that he's probably thinking of every way he can kill her.

That's okay.

She doesn't really care.

Besides, if she's gonna die here - because of some dumbass captain and his officers - then fine, but she's not going to hell without pissing any aliens off first.

Nuh-uh.

Hell could wait.

First, she has to make sure she knows she's pushing his buttons. And then she can die happy.

Not till then, though.

No way, no how.

The crew - the lower section of it, which is hers, and those who aren't commanders, captains, or commanding officers (damn them) - has been assembled into a few straight lines, and there are armored soldiers that look a lot like humans talking to each crew member, individually, and Nadia just can't believe someone would agree to let - let just anything on their ship when they're trying to find another planet to live on.

Who does that?

Oh, right.

Dumbass captains and commanders and commanding officers.

Of course.

"I am the issue?" he sounds amused.

Nadia doesn't really appreciate feeling like her hostile attitude is for laughs.

It's not.

The crew members on her left and right know this, and that's why they're not saying anything. It's probably best, and since they're out to save their own skins - just until the aliens leave (because they can't stay, right?) - and then they'll stop being cowards.

"You - and your crew."

Her voice is cold, and her demeanor is stony.

His eyebrows just go higher.

And her anger spikes.

"Why are you on our ship?"

Actually, she wants to be asking her superiors why in the hell they'd even considered it an option, to let these things on the ship, when they didn't even know what the species was called or what it was capable of or -

- these were aliens, for God's sake's!

Why had it even been an option?

Oh, that's right: her superiors were either drunk, or seriously lacking good judgement.

And her crew might be the ones paying for it, if that's the case.

She just hopes they're just checking in, that they're not staying.

Or going to kill them.

Or taking them with them.

She'd really like that not to happen.

She'd like none of those things to happen.

In fact, Nadia just wants him gone, but she can't exactly do anything about that, now, can she?

"We've never encountered humans before."

Well, that's just what she needs to hear, isn't it?

Why couldn't it have just stayed that way?

Nadia scowls at him. She's not. happy.

This seems to only amuse him further.

Damn him.

"You didn't answer my question."

"And why should I?"

"You're on my ship!" she's sneering at him now. She might be shorter than him, but her anger's bigger than the armored alien in front of her is. "Give me a reason as to why you should be."

"Your captain allowed it."

"He's an idiot."

Of course he is. Why anyone else hasn't said it - or realized it - is a mystery to her.

"And so are you."

Oh, really now?

She cocks her head to the side. Her eyes are narrowed, into slits, and she's beginning to wonder if hell is worth stabbing him with something - a pen, a knife, a cafeteria spoon - anything would satisfy her need to be rid of this thing.

But she settles for speaking to him in a clipped, chilling tone, one that doesn't seem to affect Zod at all.

And it bugs her, because as an alien, she thinks that he shouldn't even be speaking the same language as her.

All of this - it's ridiculous.

"And how am I an idiot, General?"

He actually smirks at her.

Smirks!

"You're arguing with me."

Really? She's an idiot because -

Killing him doesn't seem like such a bad idea. Maybe hell is worth it if she sees him there.

Yeah.

If she doesn't get out of this alive, that sounds like a really good thought to dwell on before she does go to hell (because, really: she can't convince herself that she really believes in something as good as heaven anymore)

He's giving her a look - a condescending look that makes her blood boil, and then ice over. It's a look that tells her she's lost whatever battle she's hoped she's started (or at least, that's what he thinks).

As far as she's concerned, the war hasn't even begun.

Nadia is silent for a moment. She's giving him a measured glare, and he seems to think he's won this fight. Maybe he has. But she doesn't know that. She doesn't even know how these things found her, or how they're speaking English, or why her dumbass superiors decided to let them on in the first place - she doesn't even know what they're called, and she has a sinking feeling that they might not be going anywhere, any time soon.

Her scowl fades into a sneer. She stands up a little straighter, and waits a few more seconds to speak (her nearest crew members are looking away; they're thinking the alien in front of her might snap her neck - or maybe theirs - and they really don't want any necks being snapped, so they stay quiet, and it's probably best that they are staying silent). Her eyes aren't narrowed anymore.

Instead, they're cold, hard, and they've met his.

Finally, she opens her mouth, and she leans forward a bit, so he knows exactly what she thinks of him, of this while situation, of her commanders and commanding officers and her captain - but, mostly of him:

"Fuck. You."

General Zod's smirk just grows after a few seconds, after he gets the gist of what she's just said, and he smirks at her for it. He merely shakes his head, and says, "it will be fun, getting to know you, and your race" before he moves on to the next crew member, who's shaking like a leaf. Coward.

Nadia's confident that, since he's apparently not going anywhere, that she'll make sure she puts him through hell before she goes there himself - if it's the last thing she does, of course, it'll be worth it. But, not before she gets to see her superiors drop dead of sheer stupidity.

No, that happens first.

Then, she annoys the general.

Yeah.

That sounds like a plan, alright.