<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/zA2NTIZ.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Indira Tate<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Aboard the<em>Parallax</em>.<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Checking on the dude.<br/><hr/><br/>Indira was a kind, giving spirit. She had indulged him with at least a modicum of civil conversation where no one else on the ship seemed presently inclined...but even she had her limits. She smiled, though it had something of a more dubious air than the last.<br/><br/>"Maybe if you weren't such a pontifical ass, someone on the<em>Bellona</em>might have come to your aid." she shrugged. "Or maybe they wouldn't have."<br/><br/>As for the following statement about sixty-two seconds, it seemed oddly precise...and while highly suspect, she wasn't Kass. Hauling off and shooting the poor man or making him wet himself seemed rather unnecessary so she waved her hand in a somewhat dismissive acknowledgement.<br/><br/>Adams seemed less comfortable with the whole idea and along with the zapper, drew his pistol. An abrupt nod motioned Indira to place greater distance between herself and their captive, which she did. Then all there was left to do was wait...sixty-two seconds.<br/>