Achieng gasped in surprise, then started to protest and swear loudly in her native language. Why where these people attacking Kaite? She almost pulled her sword, but it was over before she could convince herself.  After staring for a brief, worried second, Achi wiggled her way up in her tank somewhat. Bracing herself steadily on the edge with one hand, she reached down as far as she could with the other.

"Please get up, sir. I may not be a doctor but I think you'll need something soothing for your abdomen. Perhaps some tea for your irritation as well, and if you give me the rank and number of those men, I've been told I write absolutely scathing complaint letters." There was worry in her eyes, but she was trying to cover it with humor. The pain in Kaite was obvious, and it wasn't all physical. "Please? I don't leave the tank for just anyone, you know." Her bottom half was slightly pulled free, and the cool air of the ship felt odd on her skin. How did they survive with something so... so dry all around them? How did it not hurt?