<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/92/1a/5e/921a5e26056ce84da5052a39054ebdf3.jpg)</div><br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>NAME:</strong>Ciane (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333213.msg15874326#msg15874326)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>coverall (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/01/61/b2/0161b2e9a0471c051e77a3b661eec5c2.jpg).<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Wandering about, thinking dark thoughts<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Lily<br/><hr/><br/>Before Ciane could decide whether she really wanted to make a move on Lily or not, the skittish girl had recovered. So instead, she enjoyed the rear view- what there was of it, in the mostly shapeless prisoner coveralls- as they moved deeper into the working areas of the mammoth ship, marking for herself the location of various useful items. Clothes would come off at some point. She wasn't going without a good romp for the entire length of her sentence, for damn sure. She didn't really care who it was with.<br/><br/>Then Lily asked<strong>the</strong>question, the dumbass wanna-get-killed question, and Cane could feel herself flare up inside, for no reason she could really name. "You don't ask that," she growled, wondering why it was such a big thing to her. "You<em>never </em>ask that." How did she know that her own self?  The obvious answer was: this wasn't her first prison sentence. Which probably wasn't a surprise. And it would explain the darkly shaded ink across her chest and, she had noticed while squirming to get dressed, her back.<br/><br/>But this wasn't some dirtside prison yard, where the worst that could happen was you got put in solitary. Here, a conflict over dumb honor shit could get them all killed, and that was no part of Ciane's hazy plans for the future.<br/><br/>"Sorry, luv," she grumbled, unclenching her big hands and taking a deep breath.  "It's just...sorta like asking about someone's life in the bedroom, you know? Not done, if you don't know them right well. One thing if they volunteer it, different." Slowly, she shrugged. "But since it's out there, now- seems I killed a few folk."<br/><br/>With a cinematic sense of timing, the tannoy barked again, this time in real words, mostly bad news. "'Damage to several systems' my arse," the burly con snorted. "Fock me, however many million pound to put this junk out here, an' the damn thing can't tell us WHAT systems. Bloody brill." Flashing a quick grin at Lil, she added, "We'd best get back with the others. The black girl seemed to know what she was about. I can use a wrench and a torch, but I know fockall about spaceships.  Best grab whatever we can carry in the way of kit on the way back."