<br/>(OOC:  Hello.  I’m taking over the part of Leylanna, the licensed companion who’s the only one left on the ship)<br/><br/>Her heart had been racing as the commotion, screams and sounds of fighting had died down in the last few minutes.  Leylanna had pressed her ear to the door to try and hear whom had survived.<br/><br/>Her brows knitted together slightly as she heard the all clear.  It sounded like the first mate, but the voice sounded hoarse.  She wondered if it was because he was injured.  Carefully, reluctantly she unlatched the secondary latch and ventured out.<br/><br/>Despite her usually composed demeanor, Leylanna gasped when she saw Walter, a stranger, rather than the man she thought needed her help.  Dressed in the obvious flowing robes of a Companion, she hoped her status would keep her in relative esteem as the Captain had mentioned ‘slavers’ were the ones that had boarded.<br/><br/>Straightening her spine, “I assume you’ve killed them all, taken the ship and cargo as your own.  You killed them all?”  Leylanna asked showing no weakness nor noticeable remorse for the crew.  She’d hardened her heart long ago.  Though she’d hate to know anyone had suffered or was dead, but she knew she couldn’t, shouldn’t get close to anyone again.  Perhaps the captors would see having a Companion as an asset and she’d be spared, unlike the rest of the ship.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>