Aeria's hand crept to her mouth once more, index finger running over her upper lip as she thought about what Elise spoke of. She was right. No matter how isolated there had to be shipments coming in from somewhere. Food, water, whatever generators kept the electricity flowing in this place would need maintenance materials... There had to be a way to discover how they arrived on campus. And then there was the matter of the torture devices. She shivered even without ever having actually been in the infamous basement. A weapon could perhaps be found amidst all of that. And while Elise seemed to believe it to be a waste of time trying, Aeria had more gifts and resources available to her than even an above average student.

Her musings were cut short by Elise's offer, her eyes rising up to the standing woman, guarded curiosity evident in them. "What sort of uses?" She had indeed been offered similar offers before, but she didn't believe Elise would desire her as a fuck buddy as the other girls had.

"I want to stick my fingers inside you." she replies, eyes locked on Aeria, expression dead serious.

"You want to what!?" She practically yelled, glad suddenly for the sound proofing the walls had even though she was now aware of the real reason for them to be in place. The look of shocked surprise on her face likely would be priceless if Elise's intention had been to startle a reaction out of the stoic Aeria. Her tone though, Elise might notice or not, was not disgusted or appalled in any way, merely the higher pitched surprised tone one got when hit by an unseen curve ball. Where the hell had that come from!? Even five seconds pass the statement Aeria was still wide-eyed and blinking like an idiot with her mouth partially agape.

She tries her mightiest to hold her composure, her head lowered, but almost by the time the words are out of her mouth, her lips are twitching upward, and by the time Aeria blurts out a response, a grin is splitting her face from ear to ear. Hard to surmise what she gets out of Aeria's reaction, and that cryptic Cheshire grin doesn't help. Pink tongue pokes out the corner of her mouth. "Naw, I'm just fucking with you. I mean, we've got real business."

Her back is flat against the wall, knee propped forward as one bare foot rests back on the wall beneath her body. Unruly bangs dangle in mischevious eyes. "Muscle is the obvious one, yeah? Hopefully we'll need someone equipped to train classes of girls in combat in the near future, but it's too early for that. We have these bastards squared out in numbers, but their fucking structure makes it hard for us to mobilize and recruit." Lips pucker upward as she blows a stray mess of hair from her eyes. "For starters, we need to patch up the holes in our ship. Our little mutual friend Bridget has a couple of pairs of flapping lips. There's not shit we can do about the pair downstairs, but maybe you could convince the girl to keep her fucking mouth shut?"

It didn't take long for Aeria to realize she'd been duped and a faint tinge rose to her cheeks at Elise's smile, her head turned away from the girl out of sheer embarrassment. She was not one to usually react with any degree of intense emotions and when she did she just felt foolish. It was perhaps one of the rare times when she would look fully feminine in the stereotypical view of the word.

Placing her palm to her face she waited for the heat from her blush to subside before she looked back to Elise and said in a neutral tone of voice "I haven't seen a girl here yet who can best me in martial arts, but I fail to see how that will help us against those... things." What else could she call them? "And how do you propose we fix this hole in your ship by the name of Bridget? The girl is an airhead. I don't even think threats would work on her."

And really all she wanted to do was to keep talking. Elise's suggestion had put a little too vivid of a mental image in her head and she needed to distract herself till it faded. 'But if she kept on rambling like an idiot Elise might ask her why she was being an idiot and then... well she would wait patiently for her to respond to her question. There was no need to follow that mental tangent was there? It wasn't as if it would happ... NO! Stopping right there!' All of this little mental turmoil registered as a faint biting of her lower lip and distracted eyes, but many girls looked like that when they were thinking. Nothing overly suspicious.

Elise looks, well, greatly entertained, but at least she's not saying anything. Still, that wry smirk and the bright twinkle in blue eyes don't help; it's infuriating, really. She crosses her arms behind her back, tensing shoulders backward while thrusting her chest forward, toes wiggling against the wall as heel taps against pink-clad rear. "I guess it all depends on how intimidating you can be, comrade. But I've gotta confess. Right now you look about as threatening as a crew of hamster cowboys riding a pack of adorable kittens. What with their own miniature stetsons and precious little lassos dangling at their sides."

She pauses, her head tipped, and then her tongue flicks, to wet at her upper lip. "I'm Elise, for what it's worth."

Aeria had a hard time meeting her gaze as it was, with her incessant smirking and that damn look in her eyes. She didn't have a word for it, but it made her both want to stare and not to at the same time. Did the woman realize that every motion she made was sending several conflicting signals straight through her mind? Well Aeria wasn't going to back down from a challenge, especially when it was accompanied by a minor insult. So she forced her eyes to meet Elise's taking a small breath and rising up to her feet.

Slowly she killed all surface emotion, wiping all expression from her face and giving herself a cold exterior. She thought of the worst memories she had, most of which actually having occurred within the past few weeks oddly enough and adding a vividness to enhance the effect of darkening her eyes and making her seem angry, perhaps even menacing. She didn't so much walk as she stalked towards the girl who was pressing herself to the wall, saying in a soft tone that held in it the innate ability to make itself seem louder and more attention grabbing than it should be. "I assure you Elise" Hooray a name, finally! "That I can be intimidating if I need to be, I can even act on what I say" She had been looming over her as she had been saying this, slowly lowering her head so that her last words were whispered right by her ear.

She let the final syllables die into silence, allowing a few heartbeats of silence for effect before rising back up to her full height, a giddy giggle escaping her and asking a humored tone passed the fits of giggles "How was that?" What the hell? Was she bipolar or something? Technically no, but she did possess the training and ability to lock away emotion. Soldiers called it a battle state. She had always just used it to get her way with stubborn people.

Her smile tightens coyly as Aeria pushes to her feet, eyes alit as the girl settles into a prowl, approaching on her. Another flick of tongue. Aeria literally towers over her, and her eyes have to slide upward, pressed back against the wall, teeth catching lip as the European's voice slides to steel, minimal but commanding, unable to break eye contact. My, but El's almost wet from it all. She shivers a little as the growl brushes hot against her ear. Fingers flex against the wall. Nipples poke pertly through the top, and she's lucky that, from her vantage, Aeria can't see.

A dark brow lifts under her hairline as Aeria's tone shifts in just a snap. She would have never expected to hear a giggle come out of this girl's mouth, even before that shift in tone. Fingers play with the fringe of her shirt, letting it loosen baggy over her front. Eyes dance mercurial as the stud in her tongue rattles against the back of her teeth. Her voice is breathy, lump caught in her throat. "Okay, I get what you mean now, how that might not deter a girl like Bridget." or a girl like El for that matter! "We've got to shut her up somehow though."

Despite the fact that Aeria had been given a crash course of sorts on intimacy and on sex, when push came to shove she was still rather inexperienced when it came to such matters. Sensuality, sexiness and even horniness were just words to her still. How her actions could have the entirely opposite effect of what she intended was lost on her. Instead of frightening the receiver she could became aroused of all things! So when Elise spoke in her huskier tone she was met with an odd look due to the sound of it, but thankfully no comment, and a nod of misunderstanding. She believed that Bridget was simply too air headed to have intimidation be effective. "Indeed we do. Have any ideas?"

She almost trembles. Aeria still towers over her. She exhales a ragged breath, eyes darting to the side, questioning quick if she should slip around the girl and sit down, but she holds her ground, chin still tipped high to meet Aeria's eyes. She knows Aeria asked a question, but it takes her a moment to process the words in her head, lips pressed together, blue eyes momentarily lost. "We. um... You could always break a finger? or two?" Her body, flat against the wall, lifted to toes, sole flat against the wall as she tries to balance out Aeria's height leverage.

Aeria glanced back down at Elise, her expression confused. What the heck had come over Elise? Before she seemed self confident, almost arrogant if not so and now... a husky voice, distracted look to her face... had she managed to scare her? She certainly didn't think so and Elise hardly seemed the type to scare easily. Leaning towards her slightly she asked "Are you alright?" It was an honest question, not mocking in the least and for the time being Elise's suggestion was not commented on but Aeria filed it away in her head as a 'maybe'

That question breaks her out of her reverie, and her eyes tighten back up, hand reaching behind her to smooth her neck under her hair. Eyes juke to the side as Aeria leans in. "Girl, just about as right as anyone without tentacles can be in a place like this." Her voice has straightened back to its normal tone but she dodges back to the couch. "But yeah. I don't care how you shut her up. That's your part of the job, right?"

Aeria still had a combination of curiosity and confusion written on her face as Elise snapped out of whatever had been occupying her mind, Aeria having no clue as to what it was. And she wanted to know. So she followed right after Elise to the couch but as she reached it Elise's next words had her putting her hands on her hips, an angry frown coming to her face and she protested "Hey, this is your ship. Why the hell am I the one who has to patch it up for ya?" Oh she could see the value in her doing it. But she didn't just run errands on demand.

Eyes watch Aeria lazily as she follows like an obedient dog. Even if she doesn't talk it as such, at least she's walking it. Good girl! "Because you're a stowaway?" Her voice is bemused. To show just how little she cares about that angry, pouty stare, or perhaps to avoid looking at it, she snakes her way along the front of the couch, cheek pressing against the carpet, tongue peeking out the corner of her mouth as she feels underneath it. When she returns, she's got a green soda can. "Ozzie Roth's Home Brewed (Since 1973)". It's a local brand. Nimbly, she perches herself back cross-legged on the couch, eyes seemingly occupied with the top of the can as she taps it before clicking open the tab. "But hey. I get where you're coming from. You're a valuable commodity. You're a prize pig." That insufferable smirk can still be read, despite being obscured as she takes a gulp. She smacks her lips. "So negotiate me."

Aeria's eyes narrowed slightly, Elise's words irritating her. She disliked being dismissed as unimportant, hated being mocked and loathed Elise's choice of words far more than she would most mocking. Damn but the woman was obnoxious! Her eyes fell off of the girl and onto the can, a faint look of concentration appearing on her face. Soda cans didn't take much force to squeeze. She spoke in terse syllables her tone dark "A prize... pig? Elise... I respect you well enough for your efforts, but take care not to mock me" And then the can imploded, crushing itself and spraying Elise with the remaining soda as if she had just popped the tab after using it like maracas in a Mexican hat dance. Aeria's eyes widened at her loss of temper, hand coming to press to her face, both out of shame and the small twinge of pain the effort to crush the can caused her. She set about muttering darkly under her breath, words in obviously a language or perhaps a couple of languages other than English. This place was doing awful things to her usually high self control. Well being entirely stable mere days after being raped might be a little of a high order, even for herself. Still, she was clearly not pleased with herself despite having given Elise a rather amusing shower.