<ul>The months spent on patrol had made him soft. He was already making his first mistake.<br/><br/>Turning her head at the sound of the doors hissing open, brown eyes focused on his stern face. Now that the pain had grown into a dull protest, and the blood was no longer flowing from the wound, Zilah was in much better spirits. He'd done himself a disservice allowing her to spend time alone with her thoughts. Plans tended to hatch if she was allowed to think. His body language told her that he had found nothing of great use in her ship, which was of little surprise to the woman.<br/><br/>The hunk of metal had been "won" from a trader in the desert town of Centuri over a game of poker just over a week ago. Of course when it had come time to actually part with the keys, the transaction came to a startling halt, and she'd gotten creative. The ship served its purpose - it transported her from point A to point B and carried whatever cargo she brought on board. It was a old model, in fact if a part was damaged finding a replacement would be an absolute nightmare, and the AI system within was downright primitive.<br/><br/>"I think I can handle myself," she replied back, sighing in relief when the restraints popped free and slid away from her body. Tentatively at first, she slid her legs over the edge of the metal, and eased herself up into a sitting position. Her abdominal muscles screamed in protest but she pushed through the pain and glanced over at him. Thanks to the manner in which he had handcuffed her hands, she could have no use of them as they were tightly pressed to her back. "I have every intention of being the best prisoner you've ever had the pleasure of arresting. You'll find I'm very agreeable." <br/><br/>For a moment, it was as though she had noticed him for the first time, letting herself take in the sight of his hair, his jaw and overall physique. It was a shame, really, that he had chosen to work for the Empire when there was potential for such greater things. A smirk danced on her lips as she openly glanced him over, not much fretting with the rules of social ettiquette in the least. Stepping down finally, it took her moment to regain her balance on her own two feet. Glancing down Zilah noticed the stain of her blood on the dark pants, and wished there was some way to slip into new clothing.<br/><br/>"Lead the way then. By the way, do I get to know the name of the guy that did me in?" She was toying with him, it was obvious enough. <br/><br/><br/></ul>