I open the door and head inside. The girl walks back and forth around her jail cell without bothering to look at us. Her head is down and she won't stop squeezing her hands. "I'll wake up any minute now. Any minute now I'll wake up."

"She's delusional," Somah tells me. "Let's just leave her here."

I can't help but imagine the things I could do to her while she's like this. "How many layers of clothes do you think we can take off for her to snap out of it?"

"You can't be serious. We are trapped on an alien spaceship and all you can think about is sex?"

I prefer to call it contracting. Where two parties mutually agree to make each other's lives just a little bit more happy. "I have an idea. You know how when we dream, we never end up popping the person we want to be with?"

"We what?"

Of course she wouldn't understand. Mercenaries never get a good night's rest. The girl in front of me has deep green eyes and bright brown hair. Eulogy once told me there were some slavers in the west that preferred buying freckled girls, so this one could be sold at a high price on the Slave market. Or at least she would be, if the Lone Wanderer hadn't freed all the slaves. "Think about that for a second. No matter how much we wanna screw someone, we always end up waking up before it happens." I lift off the Rivet girl's helmet. She looks at me like I'm not here, which actually works better for me."So since this isn't a dream, she shouldn't wake up once I-"

She pushes me away, "Hell no, I don't swing that way!"

"Damnit, you're awake. I mean, uh, it worked!"

"But this can't be real, this can't be happening..." The girl starts punching her head. "Aliens, get out of my head."

A large part of me wants to hold her tightly and cradle her in my arms. I can make the bad feelings go away. But before I can try that, Somah ends up trying to 'comfort' her.

"Alright, listen. Dream or not, you need to get the hell out of this spaceship. Because if this is really a dream and you can't wake up, I'm guessing the only way you can wake up is by getting the hell out of here. So do want our help with that or not?"

The girl starts shaking her head. Before I can initiate my plan to cradle her, she answers, "that... makes... sense... If I wanna wake up, I need to get of here. Right?"

"Or, we can go with plan B." I tell her, "You and I could just-"

"Knock it off Clover. Give her a baton and let's keep moving."