Kiew suffered her indignity without refute, seemingly obedient to the woman's threats.  Even as the gun was pointed and cocked, she greeted the menace with little more than mute, calm compliance.  Noting the way Jenn's eyes traversed her face and body, her own gaze took a noticeable moment to appreciate the other woman's body as well.<br/><br/>The captain's question seemed to raise her brow more than his weapon.  "I was there at the request of my client..." she began, her eyes seeming to search his countenance for some flicker, some unexpressed sign.  Disappointed at what she found there, she paled visibly.  "Who sent you?"