Yes, I think the woman that wanted to murder me is out there to harm me. Yes, I think her looking right at me as she fired at the canopy could be a hint. Yes, her dropping a nuclear mine in front of the ship I was on could indicate that. I can not help but wonder why everyone wants me to talk to the woman that tried to murder me. She wanted to murder me. She tried. If not for some kind of wonder, I am still alive. She would have been successful if that some kind of wonder had not intercepted the mine.
I might be naive, Caliban, but usually, the prey does not look forward to talk with their predators. That is what she is. A predator. Sooner or later, she will kill me. She will just snap again and change from nice to murderous.
