<strong>Name:</strong>Dala Jurin<br/><br/>Wounds: 0/13 - Strain: 0/13 - Soak: 2<br/><br/>Location: Cargo Bay of the Fate's Fortune<br/>Content: Rearmed!<br/>Time: Unknown<br/>Tag: Open<br/>Destiny: 5 Dark 2 Light<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Dala's face went through a few emotions as the box was dropped and it opened, revealing the truth to all.  Fear.  Anger.  Excitement.  Someone looking upon her might have been astounded at just how quickly she went through the emotions.  She had hoped to feign being a civilian and slip away with this group until the nearest spaceport.  Now, that plan was as dead as the slavers were going to be.<br/><br/>When Ejay presents her lightsaber to her, she smiles. "Thank you."<br/><br/>With it in hand, she turns to Jolyn and lets her gaze linger a moment.  Another unexpected sight...and one she might need to have words with.  That said, the inquisitor is right: there is no more time to dally.<br/><br/>She looks back to the troopers and lowers the hand holding her lightsaber to her side, to show readiness without aggression.  Hiding it would accomplish nothing, especially if the situation later required decisive action.<br/><br/>She's still smiling as she says, "I thought all of the slavers were dead.  It is a pleasant surprise to know that some are alive to still face punishment."