She's worried about what Chris's queen would think about him bringing a Xenomorph into his hive. 'Although, he did say that he lost everyone. So he mustn't have a queen anymore.' she thinks. She starts to feel sympathy for him. He has no one left. No one to care for, no one to protect. Only then did she realise just how similar their situations were.
They walk for another few hours before they get back to the colony. It was fairly big with huge walls lining the edge. The letters WY painted in yellow over the entrance. She stops and hisses at them with pure hatred. Her kind passed down memories of people or things that were a great danger to their kind through their hive mind. And there were many of them for places like this, and all the suffering they brought. She had some of her own too.
"Hey hey hey, it's okay. Don't worry, you're perfectly safe here. Trust me, i was the overseer of this facility until last week. There's nothing shady going on here." Chris said reassuringly. He wasn't lying. Although, he was only the emergency replacement until they got someone else in. That was until they realised how well he suited the job and made it official. He made sure that nothing any worse than meat synthesising went on there. She tilted her head at him.
'Overseer?'
Knowing what she was asking, he says, "I looked over this place, kept it running and healthy. Like what your queen would do."
'So he was the queen of this place.' The more she learnt, the more confused she became. Her understanding of how humans work was beginning to falter. Nonetheless, she's starting to trust her new friend. That and she has no choice. She reluctantly passes the lightly guarded wall and continues through the neighbourhood. After a while, they come to a cul de sac with three houses; one at the end and two either side of the road. All of them fairly big. They walk up the empty, and slightly eerie, street to the one at the end.
Chris walks up to the gate and types a bunch of stuff into the keypad. After a moment, he looks back and nods for her to follow and they walks up to the house. It's slightly bigger than the other ones there with a third floor at the back of the house and the rest being part of the attic. The first floor houses the kitchen, dining room, a small sitting room and a small spare bedroom. The second floor has the main sitting room, the main bathroom, another bigger spare room and another bathroom. The third floor had the main bedroom and a bathroom. Of course, the spare rooms were just storage now. He inherited it from his parents after the accident.
Chris, being hungry, decides to eat. "Are you hungry?" He asks. It's as if he read her mind. Especially since her last prey was standing a few feet from her. She nodded enthusiastically and followed him into the kitchen. Chris walked over to the freezer and took out a steak and a chicken stir fry, his favourite meal of all time. He put the steak into the microwave and set it to defrost. In a few seconds, it beeps and he passes the now warm steak to her. He then cooks his food and sits down at the table. He looks over to see that she has already devoured her meal.
'I wonder where she came from.' he wonders as he eats. 'poor thing. Her family killed just a few hours before.' He painfully knew all too well how that felt. 'well, at least I have something to live for. They've taken everything else they can from me so what the hell. Who knows, maybe we'll fall in love and live happily ever after.' he smiles at the last bit. 'And maybe something more. where did that come from?' he shrugged it off and continued to eat. His thoughts tended to wander to something completely random like that at times.
Once he finished eating, he washed up his plate and turned to look at his friend. Well, he considered her to be his friend. Specifically because he was still here.
"Now. How are we to communicate." He mumbled. She shrugged. He didn't expect her to hear that but, then again, Xenomorphs have excellent hearing. He looked around and saw an old data-pad near his door. We walks over and takes it. He turns around this see her inches from his face. He jumps back in fright, making her giggle.
"Damn, you're sneaky," He says. She nods and he hands her the data-pad. "Do you know how to write?"
'write. Isn't that when humans put words in things?' she thinks to herself. She nods.
"Awsome. That should make this a whole lot easier. If you want to ask me something, just type it." she nods enthusiastically. Chris realises that he doesn't know her name. "what your name?" He then asks.
"I did not have one. We never really used names. 'Although, some hives do, mine didn't," She replies.
"Well, that's not gonna do." Chris thinks for a moment. "How about… Xaviera."
"Xaviera. I like it." Xaviera smiles. She really likes it. "Does this mean that you're accepting me into your hive?"
"Hive. Oh, you mean the house. Yes although, we call it a house or home. And we don't have a queen."
"Well, there goes my small understanding of humans." Chris chuckles at this.
"Come on, I'll explain how we work." They sit down at the table and Chris first explains about how families work.