Delila snuck on at the rear of the group, hellpistol warm in her hands. Every single ounce of good sense in her body told her that being here was a bad thing, but the fight on the previous station had not whet her bloodthirst, not yet. She needed to see them fry and burn.<br/><br/>Which Darius did. Quite thoroughly.<br/><br/>"Well done," She remarked, extending her warp senses throughout the station. "Think you can do that about 500 more times?"<br/><br/>((OOC:  7/58 Psynscience. 5 measures of success. Should be able to tell how many nosehairs these guys got :P  (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=25638) ))