She was beginning to think she should have just stayed home today, stayed where this could have been avoided. She was almost certain she heard a joke as she walked, but was too far from that group to really care, or even retort. Rea was planning on just dropping off the sandwich and that cocoa and then running. Her mind was made up on that. She would probably cut this salvage short and go straight home, back to her shop. She didn't expect what happened next.<br/><br/>She was told to drink the cocoa, or he'd blow her brains out... Lovely. "You really need to work on your people skills..." She remarked, listening to the back and forth about the captains personal cruiser. Who was this guy? Did he have a death wish? She suddenly remembered the cockpit she had seen being pulled in, her eyes studying him and the graphite armor he wore. A soldier? That would explain why he was so desperate to get off the cruiser.<br/><br/>"Wooooooaaaah!!! Hold it right there, I'm not playing hostage." She said, though was soon eying that gun. "Then again, breathing does sound much better than not breathing." She added with a nervous laugh. The second he didn't have that gun, she was going to hit him or something. She did not like having weapons pointed at her, nor did she feel like leaving her ship behind.<br/><br/>She hurried to the cruiser, pulling the upper part of her flight suit back on over her tank top, her mind racing slightly. How was she going to get out of this one? She wasn't sure, but at least she was getting to leave that hanger. The thought was a nice one anyway, though she worried about what would happen if they decided to give chase. She really did prefer breathing. She made her way onto the ship, her body falling forward slightly as his heavy boot sent her into the lavash interior of that ship, the small woman managing to keep her balance. "I don't know who you think you are, but kick me again, and we're going to have some issues." She said, turning to watch him board.