<b>[[Cargohold]]</b><br/><br/>Madigan looks over at the camarian, taking a second to eye her slowly. She expected to be a bit of a xenophobe when she was released from captivity, but some how she managed to escape that narrow-minded view point. Truth was she actually- liked- most Camarians.  Maddy didn't understand what was happening to her as far as her budding psi powers were concerned, and often times, kindly camarian  could offer some insight to her questions.  She squints in the noxious neon light of the cargo hold and winces, her head still pounding. She hears the screaming, and an obviously male voice barking orders.<br/><br/>Rolling her eyes she looks to the camarian and gives a sly smirk,<span style="color: olive"> "Thanks fr' the heads up."</span><br/><br/>She looks to the tiny human girl whom she'd over heard when entering the room.  She stands to her full height, towering over the girl (even more so in her combat boots) and she exhales deep tendrils of smoke over the girls head.  Once she's exhaled she bends at the hips and stares at her.  She wonders why this kid wanted to know -anything- at all about her.  Her eye brow arches and she inhales again, sizing the small human up.  The truth to the asked question was simply that Maddy didn't know.  Her Psi powers had come to her during a long situation of duress, and many of the medics she'd seen after her release insisted that the onset -had- to be a result of being fed upon for so long...the stress and anxiety became overwhelming , and the powers simply formed themselves. So instead of answering honestly,  she leans in,  her lips only a breath away from the girls and she answers in a husky, deep voice.<span style="color: olive">"Yes."</span><br/><br/>She then stands upright, hearing the screaming in the other room worsen, and turns on her heel.  She was too hung over to deal with this shit.<br/>She still had a few stims left in her room, that would get her through the morning for sure.<br/><br/><span style="color: olive">"If Mr.Screamy-mc-shit's his pants ever shuts the fuck up or lets whoever it is in there go to town on each other...come get me. Room in the far back."</span>she leaves the offer open ended, and heads down the hallway towards her room.<br/><br/><b>[[In the Hallway]]</b><br/><br/>Madigan is almost back to her room when she spots an otherwise normal looking woman, with a tremendously over-sized fist.  Like...giant..fist.<br/><br/>She stops in her tracks, blinking and pulling the still burning cigarette from her mouth.  She clears her throat, trying (and failing)not to think about(oooo boy..the failure..) what such sizable, and undeniably strong cybernetic fingers could (Sweet mother of fuck -failing..) accomplish.<br/><br/>She takes a moment to curse the fact she'd not been laid in well over six months, and crosses her arms, leaning against a random doorway.<span style="color: olive">"Sooo..."</span>she starts in the same raspy voice,<span style="color: olive">"How the fuck did -you- escape the fresh hell that's taking place in the Cargohold?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>