It took seconds before the realisation got to her, but they caught her. They finally caught their ticket to a new life. Roschni's lips slowly arched into a smile. She giggled softly, as the reality of the situation touched upon her. No longer would she have to rely on her little fishing net. It was an awkward sensation, not unlike a dream. Yet she was not unafraid, her fears and thoughts that had swarmed her head when she'd waited still perturbed her mind.<br/><br/>Keeping Nixon in her scope, Roschni carefully circled around her to pick up her gun from the ground. She spent a second looking at it, before putting it away in her own pocket. Something that Roschni questioned was what was keeping the captain. It was more a sense of unease than concern. The possibility of turning him her back with Nixon in tow didn't sit well with Roschni. Everyone aboard knew full well nobody near the man outlived their usefulness, and with the price on Nixon's head, Roschni worried about hers and that of her brothers.<br/><br/>“Captain, where are you?” Roschni asked carefully, as she stepped and dragged Elizabeth away from the cabin's entrance. The smoke moved ominously, forming shapes that looked like demons to Roschni. There was whispering from within the cabin, words that Roschni couldn't make out. She leered inside from the window and saw the captain struggling to get up. He had been hit, but it was as if he was attempting to hide it.<br/><br/>The captain's laws applied to everyone; even the man himself. He would not outlive his usefulness. Roschni slowly drew Elizabeth's gun from her pocket, keeping the barrel of her rifle against the commander's head. “Look away.” Roschni commanded Elizabeth, as she rose and her eyes settled on the large, bald man laying on the floor. The captain's face went pale when he spotted Roschni aim for his him from the window. Elizabeth's gun fired and the bullet pierced through the captain's skull. The man's commanding presence no more, he bled out motionless on his own hunting grounds.<br/><br/>“Get moving.” Roschni told Elizabeth coldly, not wasting a moment of silence for the man she'd served under for the past years. She poked her rifle in the woman's back, instigating her to get up. The fight below them had all but calmed down and Roschni couldn't wait for Nixon to be nice and tied down on their ship. If she'd play her cards right now, she could take the lion's share for a change; but that required her to be back on the ship first...