Ji'Nisa edged herself closer to the arguing Zeltie, wanting little more than to get away from the Imp. "Former" Officer or not, an Imp was still an Imp.<br/>She stole a glance up at his face even as her feet slid silently, one next to the other, across the deck. She said nothing, for she knew that would get his attention and that was the last thing she needed.<br/>A big part of her wished she had something more to offer her would-be liberator other than her life, and her prowess, now long-dulled, as a woman of many talents. Now all she was was a glorified servant girl, and an object to keep the Imp warm at night. Even then she was chained. She'd come to find comfort in being bound at times, though she never could figure out why.<br/><br/>Her heart beat faster as the distance between her and the Imp increased, one eye occasionally stealing a glance at the Zeltie for any signs she'd added a new 'instruction'.