[color=fdc68a]"You have recognised your error, which is good."[/color] Her tone was unchanging, constantly relaxed and almost uncaring about the developments as if she were never under threat to begin with, but not emotionless. It was honestly a bit of a bluff, but not completely. She was no where near as powerful as some of the others on her homeworld, but she had the excuse of being 18 years of age. [color=fdc68a]"Now, take me to your leader. Bellona of [i][b]Apokolips[/b][/i]-"[/color] she name-dropped not so subtly, [color=fdc68a]"would have words with them." [/color] Her eyes settled back into a pure white, taking her first steps towards them.

Bellona wasted no time, marching past the remaining aliens and into the portal which had carried them to her, giving the impression that she was leading them to her destination rather than the other way around. Charisma and intimidation were a game of acts and feeling, both of which went together hand in hand, and the feeling she was giving out was that of an alien that should probably be listened to - at least if it's a poor alien crewman. Upon emergence, she spoke to whomever might have followed her through. 

[color=fdc68a]"I do not understand your tongue beyond the occasional word, creatures. Speak short - what are you?"[/color]