<ul>Zilah wasn't altogether sure whether he was flirting with her or not, but smirked slightly regardless. She finished the remainder of the Buz, not because it was especially appetizing, but because it had been hours since she had last eaten and she had recently lost a substantial amount of blood. <br/><br/>Time in space was funny. It was impossible to know what time of day it was and often she had depended on the AI system to remind her when to eat and sleep. <br/><br/>He seemed to take offence to her question. That only served to deepen the self-satisfied smirk on her face, but she tried to hide it by looking away from him and eyed her nails as though they were single-handedly the most interesting things in the world. <br/><br/>The hollow, robotic voice broke the silence. Brown eyes gazed around the ceiling as though the speaker was somehow hiding there, and she could not contain the small chuckle that escaped her lips. Even this "chimp", as Quen called it, would probably make a better patrol officer than the male would. For a moment, Zilah wondered why the human in this situation was even necessary. The Corps surely could put him to better use than this. <br/><br/>"Where could I possibly go? It's not exactly the friendliest environment out there." Admittedly, she was shocked by his response, lowering her hands back down to her lap for a moment, and simply eyed him as though to see whether he was serious or testing her. <span style="font-style: italic">Huh.</span><br/><br/>When he stepped out of the brig, it became obvious enough that he meant his words, and Zilah quickly pushed herself off the uncomfortable bed, wincing at the pain the action caused, and followed after him, pausing to study Quen once she was out in the narrow hallway. He was taller than her, due to his genetic predisposition as a space-born, but this did not intimidate her any. Running a tongue over her lips, Zilah half expected him to direct her, but when he didn't, she was momentarily stumped. "Oh, I get to choose where we carry this over? What's in here?"<br/><br/>Here being his bunk. Her brown eyes bounced around the four walls, which lit up with light as she stepped in, and she spotted his bed and other belongings of his, "this works."<br/><br/>Setting herself down against the edge of his bed, Zilah could not help but find the entire situation rather bizarre. Running a hand down her face, she sighed softly, "You can be white, since I'm a guest on your ship and all."  In fact, she planned to play a fair game, but lose eventually so that Quen might feel slightly more confident about himself, and maybe -- ultimately -- underestimate her.<br/></ul>