The Bear's Cave - Sedona Station, Baffin (Formerly Freeport 14, Yukon)

[Blighter]

She eyed the man, her comrade, her superior officer, and she ignored the last bit he said for now.

[font=Palatino Linotype][color=#FF9944]"I'll take your word for it, comrade Rhade. I'll take your word for it. But so god help me I'm going to avoid any unnecessary bloodshed by all means necessary."

The rage in her ebbed down, as if the dying stars that were her eyes were no longer burning, but just dimly sparkling in the distance. She sneaked a look out of the corner of her eye for a second, watching as the one fellow at the bar spoke, but unable to make out the words through the veil of all the other noise to an extent, and because she wasn't exactly paying attention to the Reavers that much. And then she looked at her comrade, again.

[font=Palatino Linotype][color=#FF9944]"I know who they are. The woman was silly enough to shout out the fellow's callsign when she walked in here. And I remember that goddamn voice from Leeds and Magellan."

Vodka regained its importance once more as she took the bottle out of Rhade's hands, filling up her glass and taking a sip before lighting the next cigarette as she leant back in the comfortable chair.

[font=Palatino Linotype][color=#FF9944]"We both know the Mercenary type comrade. Wha'd you suggest we do?"

She asked it in a neutral tone. Not because the two Mercenaries wouldn't pose a problem if there were a confrontation, but because somewhere, in the back of her head, something clicked. She just didn't know what yet, but it was there.