The Walker in the Rift
Tags: Valaine Valentine
"Not saying you raid a blood bank....I'm saying, some people might surprise you with what they'll do to help."
Alana watched the blade lower, but she didn't ease up herself; her hand still hovered near her hip, her stance balanced, ready. The Sangnir's words about blood earned only a flicker of a brow, not quite disbelief. She was starting to feel a little better now, if nothing else. Though she was in no mood to try and fight the poor girl before her.
When Valaine finally sat, Alana let the silence stretch before answering, her voice dry as dust. "Pointy end toward the enemy. That's a start." A faint huff escaped her, almost like a laugh but sharpened at the edges. "You hold it like it's going to bite you. That hesitation'll get you killed faster than the blade itself."
The question about her weapons pulled Alana's gaze down to her holster, then back up again, unreadable. She shifted just enough that her jacket parted, showing a small set of durasteel playing lining the inside. "Why am I armed?" She echoed, tilting her head. "Because I used to be a bounty hunter, and kinda became a habit...but also...."
Her eyes stayed locked on Valaine's. "You don't last on Nar Shaddaa without packing heat. On some worlds, people gotta buy protection. Others are their own protection." A slight shrug followed, deliberate and measured. "I'm not in the habit of relying on anyone else to keep me breathing...haven't been for a long time."