His eyes narrowed as he went silent. He took a small breath, as if trying to compose his already perfect posture. "They are going to put you back into your cryogenic chamber and send you back out to space."
"Basel, please," she said, her voice sharp with panic. "Please. I can't go back in there. I don't want to go back again."
"I don't know how to help you," he told her. "The captain doesn't find your presence helpful and having you hear puts a larger bounty on our head."
"I don't know," he said, "you haven't really offered anything and all you've done is sit in here and stare out the window. Maybe you can approach the captain and offer to help on the next mission. Since you do have powers, and all."
She huffed slightly, tucking her dark hair behind her ear. "My powers are to be used for protective purposes only," she replied haughtily. "You'll have to forgive me for not being particularly interesting during my time on your ship; I don't exactly view this as home."
She pursed her lips, considering the question as she leaned back against the window. "Like... hm. Remember when you first took me into your lab and you pulled out the giant syringe and I threw you against the wall? Like that. To avoid incoming harm."
"I can," she said slowly. She gestured to the tattoos on her neck and wrist. "The activation of my magic requires physical touch, so I can do what I'd like with it, but our laws dictate that my magic be used for protection of myself, my family and my nation."
