"I don't like the sound," she whispered, all her bravado and self assurance from the net posts and last night gone. She was nothing more then a terrified teenage girl, hiding from the monsters under the bed...or outside the ship, technically.
She clung to his leg as the ship rocked again, looking a bit green. "Oh gods, that I also don't like," she muttered, resting her head against his thigh. "Kill me..."