Farsi D'almon

Ever since the run in with the knight pack, and Kyra's sister in one go, there had been a reaction from a certain person that had been nagging her. How quick they had been to clarify her poorly worded accusation during their conversation. And the backpedaling to do so. Which was why she had devised her own little trap for Acaadi in kind.
Granted, hers was far less involving the authorities and more just for appeasing her curiosity. And perhaps a bit of teasing thrown in also. Which explained why The Gray Messenger was currently in port and docked.
Having sent word to Acaadi asking if he wanted to help service the ship, she just had to wait for him to bite. From front to back, she had made minor changes that were time consuming than anything serious.
A filter that needed changed but had to take the cover off a certain way while also sliding the replacement in or else your fingers would get pinched. The thrusters could use a good cleaning, the engine a simple test and tune-up. A myriad of little time.consuming things that while she could breeze through, could also get someone stuck without being able to run.
She sat in a chair at the end of her ship's loading ramp, parasol over her shoulder as she waited for Acaadi to show. The shirt and cover-alls with boots were her outfit for the day, tapping her foot to a song stuck in her head.