Destroy the planet...

Alyssa's silhouette froze, her damp top held in front of her as she stared blankly through it at the floor. Silence gripped the room with only the faint whir of mechanics and muffled voices of patrons below. Her mind raced.

"Weapon..." she softly mumbled to herself.

Memories of scalpels, syringes, pills, tonics, and pain racked her thoughts. The plain, nearly reflective walls of the Alerian laboratory haunted her. No matter how much time had passed since her escape, the dreams and nightmares followed her.

Lucius shifted his weight to much protest from the worn wooden floor boards. Alyssa snapped back to reality and shook the thoughts from her head.

"Shooting you is still on the table, but..." she began, pulling her top over her head. "You had better elaborate. Why do you think I would do - that I am even capable of something like that?"

Alyssa finished tucking and adjusting herself before emerging from the screen. This time, her weapons were holstered, but the blonde stood with arms crossed.