<strong>Emily, Susan, and the definitely-not-virgin Mari<br/>On the boat<br/>Negotiating or killing each other</strong><br/>Time slowed almost to a crawl, as it does in tense situations. Everybody present was familiar with the phenomenon of tachypsychia (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tachypsychia) although not all could name it by this world.<br/>Mari was temporarily distracted when Emily started pulling her gun. She almost managed to do that, before the Brazilian could react.<br/>However, Emily's estimation of Mari's wrist was dead wrong. The girl was as strong as most men, and stronger than many. Unlike herself, she was used to hard physical labour, and the gun didn't really slow her hand.<br/>It still didn't leave enough time for a normal person - but while only having an average level of strength compared to a male, Mari had the reflexes of "a mongoose on coke". Or at least that's what a colleague of her official father had called her during training.<br/>Her SMG swung, slowly due to their slowed perceptions, and arrived to the line tying her to Emily, fractions of a second earlier. However, she also could see that the thin girl had pointed towards her left breast. Shooting right now could get her shot as well!<br/>Her father had used quite the strong methods to get in her head that you don't shoot in this situation. Not unless there's really no other way.<br/>Mari squinted, and started talking, just as Susan was coiling for a tackle.<br/>Time was still slow, but not quite as slow as split-seconds ago.