<div class="floatright">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/starwars/images/9/95/TwilekNEGAS.png/revision/latest?cb=20150523023715)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Tina/Tiz'noga<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Expedient Devil<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>The Party<br/><strong>Defense:</strong>0/0<strong>Soak:</strong>1<strong>Wounds:</strong>0<strong>Strain:</strong>0<br/><strong>Injuries:</strong>-<br/><hr/><br/>She really had no idea what the man was on about, but...he was encouraging her to do things on her own. Harrow, and the few people that weren't his slaves, had an almost psychotic need for control. They would never encourage a runaway slave to act on her own initiative. Slowly, she lowered the blaster. Septimus's words had told her that he had...trust in her.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry. I just...I wanted to be sure." The blaster was back in its holster soon enough. "Maybe we're all a bit jumpy right now. I know I am. Barely set foot on a planet and already something like that breaks out?" She shook her head and sat back down in the pilot's chair, spinning it around to face the rest.<br/><br/>"Actually, maybe it's better we stick together. I know I just pointed a gun at you two, but, um...I hope we can look past that. Three people working together is probably better then all of us going off on our own. And...I'm not sure, if they find me, if I can get away if I'm on my own..." She wasn't saying outright that she didn't really like the idea of killing people, but such an idea was written on her face, if anyone knew what to look for. "Besides, I need someone who can read a star chart."