If Sarah was shocked by the man's Cardamine use she didn't show it. In actuality she'd seen far more shocking drug habits at her high school. Too much money and too much time, as her father would say. Sarah resisted the urge to share the quote with the man in front of her. Somehow it didn't seem appropriate. She mentally slapped herself for the tangent. She had to at least pretend to be awake if she wanted a chance here. Even pretending was something of an effort, she'd been awake for nearly three days straight. Her body didn't seem to regard what had happened aboard the Intervention as sleep.
Dervin elaborated on the dangers of being a Rogue, his swinging arms almost slapping the sleeping Bactrian. Sarah laughed quietly; it seemed dramatics were another entry requirement. She mentally ticked off the 'crimes' as the Rogue ran through them. Lying, Robbing and Cheating? Sarah had no problems there, as the former Captain of the CSV would attest. Slavery and Murder...... Perhaps less so. Not that she would let her new friend know that.
"You think I don't know what the Rogues are?" In truth she didn't. She patted herself on the back, putting another mental tick next to 'Lying.'
"I know what you do. I know who you are." That much at least was true. Sarah's father, knowing the risks of wealth, had made sure to educate the Engineer on the various people likely to abduct her. Still, movies glossed over a lot. "And I want in." Oh God. Sarah wished she'd thought of a better way to put it. She sounded like a comic book character.
"I've......I killed a man to get that ship." She jerked her head in the direction of Buffalo's door. Another lie. "He was the only one with the docking codes." Sarah tried to deliver the last bit in a matter-of-fact way. It came out far too quickly to be convincing, and she knew Dervin knew it.
"Fine. I didn't kill anyone. Still, I can do the rest..." She let the 'balls' comment slide. Her usual retort would involve a swift kick to the area concerned, but exhaustion and desperation stayed her hand. Or Leg.
"And I'm not going to run off. You pulled me out of that CSV. I owe you." That much, at least, was true. Despite everything else, Sarah was a woman of her word. Most of the time anyway. "Look, you're losing pilots everyday. You even told me. I can fly, I can rob." The word still felt a little odd on her tongue. It simply wasn't part of the vocabulary on upper-class Manhattan.
It wasn't like she needed the money; she'd 'borrowed' enough from the family account to live a very comfortable life several times over. She just wanted the adventure.
Sarah grinned. Well, if you're going to be assertive... "I'll be in the bar."
She brushed past the drugged Dervin, heading down the passage formerly occupied by her guard. She didn't drink, it knocked her over faster then a full-body tackle. She just wanted to move. The girl was sick of people dictating her fate. It was the very thing she'd left Manhattan to avoid. She wasn't going to let it happen here.
It was only strength of will that kept her legs moving long enough to make it to the grimy corridor. She collapsed to her knees as soon as she was beyond the Rogue's vision.
