<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/A3sqKMz.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Miria Lannik<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Unknown Planet, Hangar<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><br/><strong>Defense:</strong><strong>Soak:</strong>3<strong>Wounds:</strong>0<strong>Strain:</strong>0<br/><strong>Injuries:</strong>Agonizing Wound (Average Severity)<br/><hr/><br/>The discussion seemed to be going well, seeing as the man was offering to let them stay here. Unfortunately, the rest didn't seem as promising, he seemed to be proposing they do something. Something obviously dangerous. "What device? Do they have an old Golan SpaceGun in orbit or something?" If something like that was the case, they certainly wouldn't have any luck damaging it from the outside, not without a task force's worth of ships.<br/><br/>The thought of going out and deliberately attacking the slavers gave her stomach knots, but she looked around at the people behind the stranger, and back up the ramp, where the teen had disappeared. The wound in her arm burned, and she put her left hand on the table. "My left shoulder. And if we can just have a rest, maybe something to eat, we'll do it." She put her other hand on Tina's forearm, and gave it a (hopefully) reassuring squeeze. She wasn't going to abandon the other woman now.