The fight had been an unfair one from the beginning, they had been following her for a few days, collecting power. After all, takin down the infamous Thing would have put them in good standing. She was outnumbered four to one, and the greyhound never stood a chance. Luck was on her side and she had managed to flee, she wasn't sure how, all she knew at that point was she needed to survive. She ended up making it through a number of systems. Every jump gate and hole made her nervous, she wasn't sure her ship would have survived that. Every jump the Hull would bend and creak around her, occasionally more parts would fall off to be lost in space. To make matters worse, by the time she reached Baffin, she had become hopelessly lost. Thing was terrified.
Under the surgeons care, It was evident this wasn't the first time she had been injured, she had a collection of existing scars that were becoming viable as the blood was cleared, it was evident she had lived a hard life. Given the ship she had arrived in, it would not have surprised them one bit, however not all were the cause of her time with the Rogues.
