Jonah cocked his head and studied their captive. Vahl’s suggestion had an odd ring of credibility about it. This girl did look like the type who might be duped into assassinating someone by becoming an inadvertent suicide bomber.<br/><br/>“The scanner can read her genetic breakdown, but can’t detect if she’s got a pulse grenade stuffed up inside her?” Jonah scoffed, although as soon as he said it he realised Vahl may have had an ulterior motive for suggesting the cavity search.<br/><br/>He coughed and shook his head. “The cartel<em>didn’t say</em>what you’re supposed to have done. Like I just said, that’s not so much our interest. As long as the cartel are going to pay for you…”<br/><br/>Jonah stopped and scratched the back of his head thoughtfully. What was it about this girl? She admitted she’d been up to no good, but seemed to genuinely not know why there might be a bounty on her head. So perhaps it was time to take a slightly different tack.<br/><br/>“Let’s try something else, then,” he said, adopting a softer tone to his voice. “That thing you said about joining our crew, and ‘hunting bad guys’ as you put it. What kind of skills and aptitudes do you think you have that would be useful to that end?”<br/><br/>Jonah wasn’t seriously considering actually letting her join the crew. Not yet, anyway. He was hoping to trick her into revealing some abilities she had that might shed light on why the Drakamorr wanted her.