Up the creek

[Suria]

Suria listened quietly, filling her coffee with creamers and sugars until it was at the brim of the cup. Prison after capture wasn't exactly was she was expecting, but it made sense. She had been lucky to avoid capture by interested parties, mostly by finding the nearest asteroid belt or scrap field and losing them within the confines of dangerous and threatening satellites.

Still, she knew there was more to the story than those few words. For five years, only a few breaths was not nearly enough to explain all of the events. He icy eyes narrowed at this realization, but there was nothing for her to say to it. He had just gotten out of another sticky situation, where anyone could have come along and swept him away back into whatever prison they wanted. She took a sip of her own diluted brew, clearing her thoughts.

"Just being a Freelancer. Managed to get a hawk as well. Explored a bit... looked for you." Suria shrugged, using less breath than he had to explore his experience in the Breton prisons. "The details are a wash of firefights and luckless nights." She cupped her hands around her coffee, pondering if she really go into any further explanation. In the end she let silence reign, drinking more of her caffeinated liquid.