<ul>It was easy for him to judge her moral character when he'd always been on the winning side. Perhaps for Quen right and wrong were a lot better defined than they were in Zilah's head. He took the opening she'd provided him with and with it the win. The woman was thankful. She did not want to be his friend, nor did she want to learn anything about him beyond what was necessary. <br/><br/>No, he didn't know Zilah. If he had, it would be obvious enough why she couldn't respect anyone in the Corps and why she would never associate herself on any level with them. <br/><br/>Of course, she never said any of this. Instead she raised an eyebrow, deciding to focus only on the last of what he had said. Some distance needed to be created between them, before he started mistaking her for just a harmless guest on board, rather than what she really was. He'd grown a little too comfortable.<br/><br/>"I look good, do I? Now I <span style="font-style: italic">know</span> you're flirting with me," For a moment, she smiled coyly at him as a hand pushed aside the board they had been playing on so that she had a clear visual of him. It was a brief flash that danced across her features. It was so sudden, that it would have been a shock if he had even noticed it, but in that moment she moved from the bed and was on him in such a quick flash that if his reflexes had reacted to it, Zilah would have been endlessly impressed. With one knee pressed against his lap, one of her hands grabbed his throat while the other pressed against his jaw just under his ear.<br/><br/>"Painful, isn't it? This is your temporomandibular joint; with a little more pressure I could break your jaw." Her knee pressed itself just a little harder against his lap as she leaned forward, her lips almost touching the flesh of his ear. The ring finger around his neck pushed ever so slightly harder. "And this is your carotid sinus it can cause a heart attack, right next to it is your phrenic nerve it controls diaphragm function, when I press," her voice had become a whisper, "It becomes very difficult to breathe."<br/><br/>They didn't teach them that in the Corps. They just liked to hand them big guns and promote brute force.  She was causing him pain in three separate points. She could have kept going, but without a weapon to properly incapacitate him, she'd be running a risk.<br/><br/>"But thanks, you look pretty good in that uniform yourself," Somewhere in the background she heard the AI system attempting to warn her, but she barely paid any attention to it. Did he think he could talk to her this way because she was a woman? If she'd been a man, Zilah hardly doubted he would have left her with her hands uncuffed and quipped about how nice she looked wearing his extra uniform. If Quen could not comprehend how someone like her was wanted in every corner of the Empire that was his blind stupidity.<br/><br/>She finally released him, slipping her leg away and twisting so that she stood behind him. "I think I can find my own way back to the cell," she muttered, taking a few steps backwards. Her breathing was laboured and she immediately regretted letting her pride get the better of her, realizing that finding an opportunity for escape was going to be ever more difficult now.<br/><br/>The exertion had cause her stomach to pulse with pain again and she cursed softly as she stepped back into her momentary prison and glanced at him across the hall with dark eyes.<br/></ul>