<strong>Name:</strong>Dala Jurin<br/><br/>Wounds: 0/12 - Strain: 0/13 - Soak: 2<br/><br/>Location: Cargo Bay of the Fate's Fortune<br/>Content: Cold Hard Ground<br/>Time: Unknown<br/>Tag: Open<br/>Destiny: 3 Dark 4 Light<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Dala jerked just a little when Laeli touched her, and licked her lips gently before answering, "I went to bed...somewhere I thought was safe.  Private cabin on the Blue Stripe."<br/><br/>That was a lie, of course: no where was truly safe.  She shakes her head.  It doesn't matter.  Scooting back a little, she forces herself to her feet on shaky legs.  Was Laeli a fellow captive or a rescuer?  Not enough information.<br/><br/>She stands up at two meters tall, and then brings her hands high over her head to stretch them too.<br/><br/>As she relaxes, she looks a little sullen.  "I'm going to guess there's no chance of getting my belongings back, then?  I know life is most precious of all, but I did save quite a while for my tools."