Running Red

[Keller]

A simple question that entailed an equally simple answer. "I-I'm a native, born on Berlin. My family used to live here too, but they s-sought asylum elsewhere." He had to wonder why she seemed to want to know this, he didn't dare question directly and could only hope she would explain voluntarily. It was only slightly reassuring that she was behaving in a casual manner, so at least it didn't seem like he'd done anything wrong or provided reason for further 'disciplinary' action.

In the back of his mind he was deeply concerned that his ship might be beyond the point of repair, he knew it had sustained critical damage due to his own negligence. But it was only through the grace of being so terrible that his assailants could not have anticipated what would follow. The anxiety cut away his grogginess in layers, the situation was becoming increasingly lucid and he could now keep his eyes open consistently, he tried to anticipate what she might need but he had next to no clue of what it might be.