<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/>"<em>Just</em>an interdictor?" Miria asked, raising her eyebrows. She'd heard of them, of course, but they were unbelievably expensive, and supposed to be finicky too. Stumbling across a salvageable one would be the find of a hundred lifetimes for a band of slavers. Well, it certainly explained the rather rough exit from hyperspace. Running into...<br/><br/>She shook her head to snap herself out of the train of thoughts. "I'm sorry. I actually am really tired, is there anything we can help with before settling in, after we visit the infirmary? Anything we could pitch in with around the settlement?"<br/><br/>Her arm hurt, her stomach ached, and she was tired, but she knew from experience that small settlements with limited resources and potential hostiles outside could be skeptical of strangers asking for food and shelter. Making grand promises didn't often help either, now that she thought about it. But doing some work before getting anything could help to win over the more skeptical, not that he seemed particularly suspicious of them so far.<br/><br/>She didn't like the sound of 'heavily guarded' camps, or a fleet of ships to worry about, but if the nearest one was only one the far side of the field they'd seen, then hopefully getting to it shouldn't be as terrible as it could be.