<a class="link link--external" href="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/67/ba/d6/67bad6b09e26897151727e29ffe811e3.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Thomyris “Riz” Heroux</a><br/>Location: Loading Bay<br/>Tagged: Donovan.<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/>Thomyris was still staring down at her lap, her cuffed wrists upon them, when she heard the heavy thumping of footsteps heading her way. She didn’t even need to look up to know who that was, being only one individual who could make such a dreadful approach. It wasn’t until Donovan’s boots appeared in her downward field of vision that she finally looked up, her face sullen and full of doubt. The moments before a battle or skirmish was always the worst, when the mind played all sorts of terrible fantasies in her head.<br/><br/>She listened to Donovan, appreciating his attempt and explanation. No, she didn’t expect otherwise from him. “My debt?” She pondered, dropping her gaze again, shuffling her hands together awkwardly. “I…don’t know the exact figure. Lots. Tens of thousands, I can tell you that. They trick you too. They don’t tell you half the terms, like when the interest is due. And if you miss a payment, they tack it on to the principal amount at compounded rates, so it just gets bigger and bigger.” Thomyris glanced up again, frowning. “You can’t pay it. It’s been building for over a year now. It killed my father with the stress and when he died, it got transferred over to me. I didn’t even know.”<br/><br/>And when her father had died, he had barely been in the ground when someone had come and tried to collect.<i>And more</i>. A young woman without any male guardians seemed like easy prey for him. Unfortunately, Thomyris had been so bitter and resentful from the revelation and the crude attempts at sexual favours that she had snapped…and killed the man. She fled that very day, leaving it all behind.<br/><br/><b>“Don’t, Donovan.”</b>She then pleaded, rising to her feet.<b> “It’s my price. I’ll handle it. Somehow.”</b>She said, giving a weak smile as she tried to portray some confidence.<i>Yes, with my meagre savings of some four hundred…only sixty thousand to go or more.</i><br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><a class="link link--external" href="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/67/ba/d6/67bad6b09e26897151727e29ffe811e3.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Thomyris “Riz” Heroux</a><br/>Location: The Annie.<br/>Tagged: Jin-Lai, Sonakshi Khan.<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/>Whatever the plan was, Thomyris knew she had to trust the others. Sitting next to the Doctor in the hold of the Annie, she couldn’t help but gaze at the older woman sometimes in awe and envy. How could she continue to be so calm and composed after working a profession that put torn apart bodies back together? Perhaps one just became insensitive to it all after a time. It was something Thomyris wished for, hating how she froze up even for a second or two with Iona when they had been ambushed. Now more than ever she needed to be brave, as both her and Sonakshi would be going right into the frying pan.<br/><br/><b>“I’m fine.”</b>Thomyris answered Jin-Lai.<i>Three minutes</i>. Her heart began to pound in her chest. What if…what if this ruse was in fact a ruse being played on her, that she was really going to be handed over and surrendered. Like she told Donovan, her debt seemed unpayable and she wouldn’t dare ask anyone to pay it on her behalf. It was her mess, not theirs. Perhaps she deserved to be handed over.<i>No, trust the captain and the others. They are willing to die for you. Can you do any less?</i><br/><br/>As they began to land though, Thomyris suddenly turned towards Sonakshi, reaching out with her cuffed hands to touch the woman’s wrist. “Flick my nose.” She suddenly demanded, referencing how sometimes a blow to the nose could cause involuntary tears to form in one’s eyes. They needed it to look genuine, that Thomyris was truly being handed over. Anything to put Mateo’s captives more off-guard and how better than to imply she was truly defeated and given up on life?<b>“I would eat some leftovers from what our previous cook left us but this is so much easier…”</b>she added in a morbid jest, lifting her chin to leave her nose more exposed.<br/><br/>Atfer that, they could disembark and get on with this…bargain.