Sable's Experiences

[Toaster]

July 21, 827 A.S.

Her fingers twitched, hovering just over the grip of her sidearm. Olivia watched the man unpack the medical kit, back turned towards her. An easy shot. Then her mind wandered back to the hallway and the two corpses waiting outside. She had barely even made out the motion of Damian drawing his revolver and firing. Even from this position, she wasn't entirely certain she could draw on him faster than he could react, especially in her current condition. But even so, he had a point. Despite being a dangerous criminal, he had rescued her, entirely without cause. She had no reason to turn on him. At least not yet.

Olivia pulled her hand back from her holster, placing it back over her injured shoulder.

"Alright," she muttered, "you got me. Thanks for the save."

What remained of her strength finally gave out and she leaned back against the wall, letting herself slide down to the floor. She sat there, looking up at the Xeno.

"What's next?"

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Olivia Sable