Candance, knocked out, tied up, and in general not having the best day of it, was awoken by a slap. Or she should have been. In fact she had not lost consciousness for more than a few moments, mostly due to the overwhelming amount of jostling to her body and adrenaline pumping throughout her body. It was long enough that she didn't see the battle that had ensued between Daigan and the "Gunny" the first mate of the ship. And short enough that she had memorized where Daigan had been taken, and to know where she was at in the ship.<br/><br/>This meant when she escaped... she would be able to get into the duct systems and effect an escape for her fellow stowaway. It was in this feigned state she was in when the Captain came in. She had both him and the first mate to contend with, but she was sure she could figure<span style="font-style: italic">something</span>out. Her mind working on all the possibilities, as the Captain neared her seemingly unaware form. The process would have been made easier if she wasn't working through a now prominent throbbing ache from a mild concussion.<br/><br/>She felt the slap coming,  whether it was the way the air shifted inside the cabin, or perhaps the fact that he blocked out a certain light as he raised his hand to commit the act, whatever it was, she knew it was going to happen. Before it made contact her eyes flew open, her head darted back as far as it could away from the offending hand, and her teeth bared to snap at, if not ON his digits.<br/><br/>Digits that she spat out immediately if she did in fact chomp them a good one, and a growl issuing from her mouth regardless.  "Ya never should lay hand upon a female of high breedin'. Unless she allows it. Ya are lucky I am tied down, or else ya would be feelin' my shoes up in ya family shriveled jewels." Okay, it probably wasn't the best way to try and negotiate your way out of a dire situation on a pirate ship in the middle of space. But she had to work with what she had... and that was a LOT of attitude, at least this is what she reasoned with herself. Her protective nature was seeking to get the kid out of a bad situation he shouldn't have been on in the first place.<br/><br/>Her dark colored eyes focused upon the males that controlled the ship with an iron fist of ruthlessness for any they were against, and a unity aboard all the crew that was astonishing. She knew that it was a tough crowd she was facing, but she had no intention of showing them any weakness. Besides, she was sure she had some kind of weapon someplace on her person she could use to help her slip out of the binding that held her in place on the chair.<br/><br/>At least she hoped so. Though it did beg the question where she thought she could go from here after she escaped. They knew she existed, so the chance they would just ignore her and Daigan if they slipped away was zero. A thought that had her nearly snorting out in laughter at the ridiculousness of it.<br/><br/>So instead she glared up at the Captain and Gunny as if they had intruded upon her, instead of the other way around. If her legs were not bound, she crossed them calmly as if it was simply an annoying meeting she was attending. Everything about her presented a cool, calm, and collected human in the face of exceptional danger. Well, more precisely, a very ANNOYED human. One that was in control of the situation, despite everything that spoke otherwise.