Sable's Experiences

[Toaster]

July 21, 827 A.S.

On the inside, at least, Olivia was ecstatic to see her ship again. Escape from Ames was literally within her grasp and with that, hopefully, would come freedom from Pedro's machinations. For a moment, she considered explaining her situation to her Xeno savior. It would only be fair to tell him why she had ended up causing a shootout right in front of his quarters, dragging him into this little mess she had made. Yet... the time didn't seem right. She didn't want anyone else to getting involved with her employer, nor did she entirely trust Damian, despite his help. The feeling that she would owe him a favor, one that, when it was eventually called in, she would not to be too pleased about, crept around her mind. Nevertheless, without him she would have been killed, and she knew she was in his debt.

Olivia reached out for the bottom rung of the ladder and paused. She glanced over at Damian, standing beside her, hand held out for support if she needed it. She smiled a crooked smile and titled her head.

"Why'd you help me?" She asked.

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Olivia Sable