"Dmmit... YOU!..."  Chera cursed, not sure if she ever caught the man's name.  She laid on her back at the base of the glowing green ball feeling like a hamster in one of those little plastic homes.  She kicked the inside of her prison as hard as she could, fists striking the walls as she demanded to be released.  She probably looked like a petulant child, but couldn't care less.<br/><br/>Chera takes a moment after the green bubble pops to get to her feet, smooth out her tiny plastic skirt and straighten her coat.<br/><br/>She glared at him. but couldn't be too angry.  He had gotten her away from harm.<br/><br/>"Thanks," she said reluctantly.  "But that was hardly subtle.  They'll be back.  There'll be more."  She turned around, getting her bearings in the station.  "I don't suppose you have a ship, do you?" she asked.  "By the way, you're a wanted man now too."<br/>