ship jacker.

oh. this… feels like it’s going rapidly downhill. maybe she can find another mark. live to fight another day, etc etc. “didn’t you? wow, that’s SO weird!! I mean, I didn’t get the order from you. it was some other guy. with scars. rondu? rindan? huh…”

she makes a show of scratching her chin, stealing a surreptitious sidelong glance at the crew. they really don’t look like they’re buying it. and they’re actually pretty intimidating — not that she’s afraid of them. but…

( she runs. )

Glances are exchanged among the crew as she stalls. The attempt is so deliberate that they aren’t fooled for a second– not the INTELLIGENT ones, anyway– but it isn’t until she breaks into a run that they’re given any real cause for alarm. 

probably not the latter. for one thing, an errant shot skims by her arm. she yelps, but not really out of pain --- though that didn’t help either. it’s more the impact as she slams to the ground, breath gone in a whoosh! leaves her lungs burning.