Her logical mind had assessed the situation of things, and she had surmised that there was no getting out of there alive. Quaid was clearly bent on destroying Xzavier, and by extension, anyone who was close to him. There had been no way out, absolutely none! And yet, here she was, comfortably on the run in the belly of a deathly metallic contraption. Of course she didn't understand it. No one did. But one thing she was certain of was her new found respect for Xzavier.
Suddenly, all the legends and stories flying around about him started to make sense. Of all his exploits, this was perhaps the most daring, and she was priviledged to have a firsthand experience of the whole thing. Babara's mind shot far ahead into the future and concluded that when she would tell this story to others, she had to be prepared to be called crazy, or a liar, or even a an attention seeker. Of course she didn't think she would ever bring herself to blame them.
