Nine

                                    

                                          
Oliver did not like to travel by teleport, as evidenced by his screeches and whines of fear. And honestly, Alessia didn't find it the most pleasant experience either. As soon as she felt her feet hit the solid ground of wherever she was, both of her arms were seized with ridiculous force. She could feel Oliver burying himself as deep in the pocket as he could go, and she decided that she'd keep him safe as the first most important thing. 
                          
"Take her to the cells!" A deep voice exclaimed. Alessia didn't have time to process this information before she was being held by both of her arms, straight out like she was in some sort of weird ballet, and then thrown into a metal cell. The door shut quickly behind her. Luckily, she'd landed on her backside.
                          
"You alright, Oli?" She whispered, reaching into her pocket, where Oliver was curled up, shaking slightly. She took him out and held him in her arms, shushing him and scratching his ears until his shudders ceased. 
                          
From Alessia's perspective, there didn't appear to be anything but a small metal door keeping her from leaving the cell; the door sat surrounded by nothingness, and she could quite easily see into the hall. She reached out to stick her hand through, thinking that there was absolutely no way she was put in a room with only three walls, and found that she was right; as soon as her hand was flush with the door, a wall briefly appeared. It shone fluorescent blue for a moment, before fading back into nothingness. 
                          
Next, she tried the door. There wasn't even a doorknob, just a cold, flat door with a small slot in the middle for slipping food in. At least they planned on feeding her. 
                          
It was then that Alessia began questioning herself. Why wasn't she panicking? Why did she almost feel excited by her current predicament? She was captured by people who were probably aliens, and they probably also planned on hurting her. 
                          
Not the best case scenario, and yet she kept her bearings.
                          
Alessia began to explore. There was a small bench in the back right corner, which was the same stoic grey as the rest of the room and the door, as if everything was made from a very fine plastic. 
                          
She sat down, slipping Oliver back into her pocket to let him nap. As she sat, blinking numbly and questioning herself, a figure walked up to her cell, beginning to hang a sign on the wall. 
                          
Alessia leapt up, where she got a closer view of him. He wasn't ridiculously tall, or short either. Quite stout, and wearing a suit of solid metal. The helmet was large in comparison to the rest of the body, and the front of it stuck out longer than any human would've needed. 
                          
"What're you doing? What's that sign say?" Alessia questioned, trying to lean around the wall so she could see it. 
                          
The figure looked at her for a moment before leaving the sign where he had hung it and walking away. 
                          
No TARDIS meant no translator, she'd read about that in one of the manuals she found. The Doctor said when she met her first alien, they would sound like they were speaking English, and she would be able to speak their native tongue back to them without even trying. She had no method of communication like this. 
                          
Once again helpless, she resumed her spot on the bench. 
                          
What did she know?
                          
For one, she was in a cell. Okay. Helpful. Next, she knew that she couldn't communicate with her captors. But if they didn't speak English, then how had she understood the order to take her to the cells? She'd very clearly heard that. Which meant that somehow at least one of the captors spoke English. Maybe there was a sound barrier in her cell. Maybe she wasn't communicating because she couldn't hear them. Which meant they couldn't hear her.