<ul>She was getting to him. <br/><br/>Zilah would have kept going if it meant her freedom. Would have divulged more if Quen had not began to speak. The woman could only stand there stupidly as he spoke to her, seemingly more confused than she had ever seen him. She had saved his life. Yes, but only because it meant saving her own, as well. He had the codes, and she was more capable of fitting in the cramped venting system. It had been logical.<br/><br/>At no point in time, was Zilah ever sacrificing anything for the sake of her feelings. <br/><br/>She took the bottle from him, shuffling backwards slightly at the force. He was angry. Perhaps frustrated? Surely, he had no idea how Zilah felt, how utterly helpless. She wanted to explain to him that everything she stole was simply rotting away in some museum of sorts and she put it in the high paying hands of collectors that would treasure it. Where was the wrong in that?<br/>Then he was right there, his arms gripping her tight as feet lifted from the ground. She planted her hands on his shoulders, an instinctual reaction, and curled her legs around to better support herself. None of it made sense. â€œI can walk fine on mâ€”â€œ<br/><br/>Her voice was lost.<br/><br/>Oh.<br/> <br/>His lips were there then gone. Zilah had no time to react, looking more like a deer caught in headlights than anything else. Gazing down at his lips, the culprits, she idly humoured the thought of capturing them between her own once more. In reality, she took his advice and brought the bottle to her lips, throwing her head back. Now she was properly confused.<br/><br/>And it wasnâ€™t Quen she was upset with, but herself. Her very own heart had begun to race; her stomach had completely deserted her and had the audacity to flip. Yes, her own body was behaving in such an uncharacteristic way, that she felt betrayed. Uncertainly, she grinned at him.<br/><br/>â€œYouâ€™ll have to go to greater means than that to shut me up,â€ she laughed, glancing behind her as he began to move with her in his arms. The thought of a needle piercing her skin was beyond comforting, nor the cold metal table in the med bay.<br/><br/>For a moment, she almost missed the chimp. It had acted as a third party, but now it was just Zilah and Quen and the emptiness of space. It almost made her nervous.<br/><br/>â€œIâ€™m not a bad person, Quen.â€ She found his eyes, perhaps speaking as earnestly now as ever. â€œThe only reason the Empire wants me as badly as they do is because their ego is hurt at the fact that Iâ€™ve been stealing from them for as long as I have and I keep managing to get away.â€<br/><br/>She paused for a moment. There was one last card she could play.<br/><br/>â€œI can give you the artefact I stole. You could present it to them -- say I wasnâ€™t alone, that you were overpowered.â€ Before he could manage to set her down she gripped his face, pulling him towards her. â€œQuen, theyâ€™re going to kill me.â€<br/><br/>Somehow, for the first time, she felt like that would matter to him.<br/></ul>