"I-I can't stay," she replies opening her cloak. Very little of her blue flesh is hidden by the red and black mesh costume she wears underneath it. "They won't stop looking for me," she continues as she brings a satchel into view and opens a pocket. Several kilograms of the darkened packaging used by some to preserve glitterstim. "I wait for them and give them this and maybe they kill me, maybe they take me. Maybe both. If I leave, they find me and they don't kill me, at first. Please, just take me somewhere besides this moon. I have this," she indicates the spice, "this," she opens another pocket on the satchel with a few credit chips, "5000, everything Jaxor'que was going to pay you, and this," she offers the chain again, "to trade for passage. Take what you want, just - just please take me."