<span style="color: #FF4000"><br/>Little Fox could hardly contain her joy when she noticed people approaching, despite the frisson of alarm that streaked through her at the sight of how well-armed they were. The first one-Terran, he'd called himself-had quite a threatening look about him, with all the scars and that significant nose, and though she wasn't typically one to cast judgement so immediately, her vulnerable predicament insisted upon caution. Terran clearly was keeping a distance, evaluating the situation, whereas...was that amusement in the other man's eyes? Lovely. Just lovely.<br/><br/>She dropped a mock bow, from her uncomfortable position on the ground, one arm tracing flourishing circles in the air to one side. "Jace Socair. I'd say "at your service", but I s'pose it's pretty clear <span style="font-style: italic">I'm</span> the one in need of service." She chuckled at herself a little. Jace couldn't hear the whispered remark to Terran, and so she continued. "And, I wasn't signaling anybody in particular, although you'll do. Quite nicely." She hoped her attempt at flirtatious humor would ease the tension in the rugged man's demeanor, and mask the pain now throbbing wildly in her ankle. Terran seemed so damnably serious. Although, given their surrounds, that was probably wiser than her solo jaunt for kicks. <br/><br/>"If you could just find it in your muscly hearts to help a girl out ...?" she finished in a whimper, completely at their mercy, though she did have a few knives secreted away as usual, should she need to defend herself up close. She pinned a hopeful look on Terran.<br/></span>