"This is my home," Sebastian replied. "I've never tried to escape it." He'd never met anyone who'd been looking to leave the city and succeeded, either, probably because they wouldn't have come back.
He blinked at Wash's description. How could one tell if someone could blast holes in people, or if an ass was 'fine?' But perhaps this woman was distinctive enough to warrant such a description. "I see. Should I find her, who should I say is looking for her?" he asked. "And the only Osiris I recall was an Egyptian god. Is it the planet you come from?"