> She can see Fox laying next to her, very much in the same shape that she is in.
>Down, unable to do much of anything, but not out.
>
> A quick scna of her field of view also reveals a being that could be one of her
>attackers. She recognizes him... he is one of Shorty's assoiciates. She hears...
>
> "They were asking too many questions. Put them on ice for a bit. I will see
>just how much the Fleetie Captain will pay for the information and for them."
>
> "What about Shorty?", another replies.
>
> "What about him? How is he going to know about this?"
>
> "I'm just sayin' that he will not like this. For one they paid a good price for
>the information- you know a deal is a deal, and two the male and Shorty have
>connections. They go back a ways."
>
> "You let me worry about that...."
>
> Fox mouths so that Carrhae can read his lips, "Looks like I picked the wrong thug to
>pay..."
She slowly closed her eyes and re-opened them to acknowledge. "Ideas?"
she mouthed.
(response)
Carefully, she tried to moved her hands.
(ooc: gm?)
t'Llhweiir ends
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