For a moment an interesting thought crossed her mind, but she quickly dismissed it. No, they were simply too undisciplined for that, just useless lowlifes that continued to live as parasites until the day they tried to bite the wrong hand. One of them might be useful for some information on the station, but that was for later.<br/><br/>So she began "Oh, it really is a pity ..." and in mid sentence sprung into action. Contrary to most people she had no problems fighting in the nude, and it showed as her knee flashed up right between the legs of the guy directly in front of her. At the same time her left arm shot out, the edge of her hand hitting the side of his neck in a most painful way. Those two momentarily incapacitated she turned to the third one, the one with the gun. A quick forceful punch into his unprepared stomach made him bend over, and before he knew what was happening she had withdrawn his gun and his knife, holding them now firmly in her grip as she took a step back, pointed the gun at them and matter of factly continued<br/><br/>"... a pity that you refuse to see reason. So let me ask you one more time to part with whatever money or valuables - weapons included - you have in exchange for the continuation of your miserable existence." As she did this she carefully studied them, trying to determine by their reaction and their bearing who the smartest - or at least the one most knowledgeable about the station - was.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>