Nova rubbed her wrists as she got the cuffs off.  She felt disgusting, she was sure she looked disgusting, but now was not the time to worry about that.  Already her thoughts of revenge were building, and as she reached down to unfasten the spreader bar, she made sure to hold onto it as a weapon.<br/><br/>She decided to ignore her gear for now, she didn't want to waste the time getting redressed, and it still being there might could give her a moment's advantage.  She froze when she saw the artoo, then a cold smile came onto her face.  She headed over to it to try and rip the blaster that was still inside of it free.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Jaded rolled: 1d20, adding 8to the total<br/>Comment: remove blaster<br/>Result: 6, <br/>Total: 14</div></div>