It was a lot of information for Nebula to get all at once and though she seemed tough with the weapon in hand, her age showed in how her lip trembled and her eyes watered. She was scared and didn't know what to do and wasn't sure she could really trust this person. The woman was short tempered and meaner than Nebula was used to. Before she could stop herself, she sniffles, the tears starting to run down her cheeks. She stilll held to the knife, but her grip had loosened. "I wanna go home," she said in a small, watery voice.