Private Places

[Rinea]

"Y'ain't with the law, are ya?"

It was a good question, and Sana definitely leaned in the right direction, but strictly speaking? "No," she answered.

There was no verbal response to the mercenary's follow-up statement. Rinea leaned back in her seat, closed her eyes, and entered something not unlike a meditative state to pass the time. Of course, if Sana were to engage, she would still offer a response. She wasn't asleep, nor was she unaware.

Although even the rock and rumble of engines roared did not seem to disturb her. So, perhaps it would appear that she was asleep.

 

[Sana Kinree]

That was it?

Sana expected a lot more out of the Chiss. Up until just a few moments ago, she'd seemed bubbly. Then all of a sudden she heel turned; clammed up. Maybe that wasn't the right word. She'd grown much more serious. Then she fell asleep.

That was it.

The human took another drag of her cig, before she swiveled her chair back around to face her cockpit's view port. Pre-flights were done, at least. She figured that at the least, she'd get the ship moving.

It wasn't long before she'd cleared the spaceport, and the ship had started flying towards the duo's destination. The flight would be uneventful, Sana more or less busying herself with chainsmoking and occasionally checking her equipment as they got near their destination.

Sana didn't get nervous often, but she tried to mentally prepare for every possibility. If it was a sting, she'd know where her first blaster bolt was going.