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King (radhaking) wrote in theverse,

King held up her hands in mock defense before she too climbed aboard the mule, holding on for what she assumed was going to be a warningless start. And, true to form, it was. The wind whipped her hair back and there weren't much point in speaking unless you had something real important to say on account of the words would be lost in the wind and it just wasn't worth shouting save if she had an inkling something bad was afoot. 'Hey, we're about to get shot at' was a good example of this, while 'Ai ya Zeke I can hardly resist yer pretty face' with a side of sarcasm was not so much. And since she was more like to say the latter, the pilot kept her gorram mouth shut.

Her lips pinched together as she kept a lookout around them, eyes panning over the area. She liked checking out every planet, comparing it to the one she thought of as 'home' in a distant kind of way. Weren't a place she was looking to go back to, but all the same it held that so called special place in her heart. Or whatever passed for a heart in the cave she called a chest. Already she picked out a few prime places to go looking for spoils, could see a few marks just waiting to be relieved of some of their things. But she'd get to that after they'd done what they came to do. No sense in getting priorities messed up.

King's thoughts unconsciously mirrored Rezek's as smells began to waft over to them now. The idea of a hot meal that was actually food and not just protein sounded damned good, not to mention a bath. Maybe a few other things too, but she wasn't about to go mouthing off about those. Sometimes being stuck on a boat was lonely and much as King didn't go in for being touched without permission, she wasn't against giving permission either. Just as a side note, really.

By the time the mule stopped, the slim woman was already off the beast with her feet planted firmly on the ground. Well hell, she was gonna use and abuse any time on firm ground that she could. Glancing back to the boys, she raised a brow in question.

"So what's my part in all this? I'm assuming it's not really standing around and looking psychotically pretty." Actually, she just wanted to know if she needed to keep her mouth shut and look like she was the muscle - okay, not likely, but most people underestimated a girl like her who looked like she'd snap like a twig but was more like to do the snapping - or do some bargaining because she was gorram good at it. Mayhaps something entirely different. Usually she wasn't big on deferring to others but she'd learned during her time on Nekhbet that things went a whole helluva lot smoother if she complied every once in a while.