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Zhaan stood near Buffy, looking her up and down. “Greetings, child,” she said softly, smiling gently at the clearly frightened young girl.
“I’m sorry, I can’t understand you, I can’t use your translator thingies,” Buffy shrugged, but smiled at Zhaan, showing she understood the sentiment if not the words.
“Why not?” Zhaan directed this question to Crichton.
“We aren’t too clear on that yet. Let’s start with proper introductions. Buffy, I am Commander John Crichton, this is Officer Aeryn Sun, Pau Zotah Zhaan, Jool, whose proper name is too long for us to use, and Chiana.” He pointed to each member of the crew in turn.
“Hi, I’m Buffy Summers. What are you guys? You definitely aren’t human, except for you,” she pointed to John, “but you aren’t demons either.”
“How big were you on science fiction growing up?” asked John, carefully.
“When your life is apparently lifted directly from a horror movie, you don’t tend to get into stuff like that,” Buffy told him with a shrug.
“Well, then, this may come as a shock, but…you’re in space, somewhere millions, possibly even billions of light years away from Earth, in our ship, Moya…” at this point Buffy interrupted, staring around in amazement.
“She’s alive…” she whispered almost reverently.
“That’s right,” John replied, nodding.
“There is something else, too, something joined to her,” Buffy said, as her extended senses picked up on another presence, linked to, yet separate from, the ship’s.
“That’s Pilot, he lives in a symbiotic relationship with Moya. Hey, Pilot,” called John, and the clamshell flickered to life, showing Pilot’s face. Buffy nodded to him, her eyes meeting his.
“May I?” asked Zhaan, indicating her wounds.
“Don’t bother,” Buffy told her, not needing a translation. “They’ll heal themselves quickly enough,” she said, then her head throbbed painfully. She raised a hand to it, and the world spun around her as she collapsed forwards once more, her eyes rolling up in her head.
Zhaan knelt slowly beside her, reaching out to gently cup her head in her hands. She stiffened, and snatched her hands away. "There is a darkness inside of her," she told the others.
"That would be what she calls 'Sineya'," John told Zhaan. "Earlier, her eyes went completely black, and she threw Jool across the room." He shrugged.
"Is this normal for beings from your home world? You never mentioned anything like it," commented Chiana.
"No, it's not something I've heard of, but the girl came through a glowing portal and asked if this was Heaven or Hell, then if she had saved the world, again." He enunciated this last part very carefully. "I somehow doubt that she is a normal girl."
“Then, what do you think she is?” asked Zhaan, concerned.
“I don't know, Blue, but I don't think she's a threat, at least not at the moment.”
“Let's get her down to the medlab” said Zhaan, as Stark gently took her arm and helped her to straighten.
“How are you feeling, Blue?” asked John, eyeing her with concern in his gaze.
“I am fine, John, merely tired.” She smiled gently at him, her eyes almost luminescent.
“OK, let's get this girl down to the medlab and see if we can figure her out,” said John. Aeryn waved him aside and knelt to lift the girl herself.
“Aeryn, babe, thats probably not a good idea. She knows that you're not human, and if she wakes up too close to you, she may take you out on instinct, like Jool. It would be a better idea if you just let me do that.” Aeryn thought for a moment, then conceded the point and stood aside to allow John access.
John lifted her in his arms, not at all surprised to find that she barely weighed a hundred pounds. He carried her gently out the door and into Moya's depths.