They didn't reply to us, and they tried to tear us apart. I don't know if that was because they wanted metal in particular-- they focused on my arm, and my friend. He was all made of metal. Or if they were trying in their way to keep us with them. Or if they were just violent.

[They've gone over and over that event in their mind, picking it apart, particularly after finding out about the experiments done on the green-eyes in the Helix station.]

They weren't angry. I am pretty sure of that. But they either didn't understand, or didn't want to understand, and they don't respect our safety or pain.