Sarah stared at him, strangely reassured by his outrage. "Do you keep slaves on Zyrgin?" If his answer was yes, she'd find a way to escape him. No, she'd fight him until her last breath, but she would find a way to change conditions for women on this planet.
"No."
Sarah relaxed.
A clicking sound came from the door. He grated something and the door slid open. One of the guards stood in the doorway and they growled at each other. It had to be urgent for him to come even that far into a room with her present.
Natalie and Julia's objection to knowing Standard Galactic and not the Zyrgin language made sense now. She had no idea what they grunted to each other. The guard walked out and another Zyrgin came to stand in the entrance. He didn't step fully inside either.
Unlike the bulky muscled warriors, he was slender, but still tall with the dense musculature of the Zyrgins. Bigger than the doctor, a calm, a sense of peace, that seemed to emanate from deep within him, surrounded him.