<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/A3sqKMz.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Miria Lannik<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Unknown Planet, Tower<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><br/><strong>Defense:</strong><strong>Soak:</strong>3<strong>Wounds:</strong>0<strong>Strain:</strong>8<br/><strong>Injuries:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Miria picked up the torch, grateful for some direction, but paused when Tina kept going. She jumped when Tina kicked the man's helmet off, and again when she shot him. She quickly turned around, trying to hide her suddenly shaking hands. She stared at the mess of welded metal the men had been working on, halfheartedly studying their work to see where she should start herself. Without goggles, just the shield on the tool, she'd have a smaller field of vision.<br/><br/>She flinched a little every time she heard Tina move behind her, expecting another blaster shot at any moment. It wasn't the killing itself that made her uncomfortable, she'd been willing enough to kill to defend herself earlier; but doing it to people who were unconscious felt worse to her. At the same time, she couldn't fault Tina. Slavers were complete scum, and she had no doubts about what either the refugees or any actual legal authorities would do with them. On top of that, Tina had clearly either spent some time as a slave, or had witnessed its effects close up.<br/><br/>She fired up the torch, and focused on the work. "Should... should we leave one, to ask about Yaltin?" Her voice barely carried over the sound of the cutter, if it did at all, but she didn't bother to repeat it louder.