The stoic Sentinel stood and listened while M recounted her tale. It was as he had begun to suspect, she was a outsider afterall and in her desperation she'd tried to sell him on the black market. He'd heard of this sort of smuggling and knew how much his kind was worth to the Badlanders. He let her finish and watched as she'd started to loose her composure while speaking about the possibility of her own petite frame being sold on the black market as a sex slave.<br/><br/>He winced again as the memory of this young woman flooded his databanks, he'd dreamed of her somehow, even though they'd never met and now here she was standing in front of him in nothing more than a holey wool serape. Her big eyes were watering and she looked as innocent and pure as the driven snow. He knew that it was his job to protect her, regardless of crimes.<br/><br/>"Tampering with a Sentinel of Justice is a capital offense, but as we are no longer within the boundaries of my jurisdiction I am unable to prosecute you. My protocols insist that I guarantee the safety of any perpetrator whilst in my company until a fair trial can be obtained. We must find a way to access Futera so that I can release you to the courts." He stated, but his mind only wanted to pull her in close and hug the fear and sadness out of her. He didn't know what to call these feelings, as he'd never felt anything like them before.<br/><br/>"How did you gain access to Futura the last time you trespassed, without the automated cannons firing on you?" He asked, but this time it was he who took a step closer to her. Her small frame was dwarfed by his own, but she didn't back away.