[I]
"Fucking hell Vee." he swore in a ragged voice. [/i]

Viva ignored him as she sat herself back into the pilot's chair. She'd hoped to have knocked the wind out of him for longer- but if Noah would rather ruin his voice just to get the last word that was his problem. He could say whatever he liked, she was done talking to him. Whether Val was in on this or not, she would wait to hear it from him herself, and if he was- like Noah said- then she'd give him the same treatment she'd just given Noah. Pain and Silence. 

[I]He managed to get back onto his feet, his hand rubbing his still very sore throat though he'd finally stopped coughing. 
"You want to blame someone for this mess? Look at your twin, he's the one who made this deal go south. If he'd kept his mouth shut like I warned him those dealers wouldn't have been so trigger happy and we wouldn't be knee deep in shit right now. THis was supposed to be an easy transaction." Noah replied hoarsely, he'd need to put some ice on his throat to ease the throbbing. 
[/i]


That she more readily believed, but she'd like to hope her brother had more sense than to mouth off to Nth dealers. But south or not, even if this disaster had not resulted in Valko nearly losing his life, she'd still be pissed at them. She didn't care how lucrative the money was. You did not mess with Nth. 

Because Nth was like a wildfire. It consumed everything it touched. It destroyed everything in its path. Not just the users, the junkies, those that tasted it and would be forever addicted for the rest of their short lives, but also the dealers, the mobs, the gangs, the mules- And Noah had thrown the Lucidae into this fire. Just by taking the job, they were all in indescribable danger.  
[i]
"You want to check yourself Viva, because you're messing with the wrong guy. Get us out to Paradiso asap, we'll make the drop off there." Noah threatened, taking his leave and skulking out to the hall. [/i]


Again, Viva refused to respond as she checked their stats. The Lucidae was already keyed into Paradiso's coordinates, but she had also been going on a hard burn since they'd had to leave Dross-6. While Noah wouldn't like it, they'd have to make a stop somewhere along the way. Right now Viva could not care less about what Noah wanted, and plugged in the coordinates for the nearest space port they'd hit before the fuel levels when critical.  

[i]"Your brothers clean." he said softly, worried that he'd be next to face Viva's fists. "The nth I mean ... I ran a quick toc-screen to be sure ... he's not been contaminated."[/i]


The doctor's voice was unexpected, but she didn't jump, still busy at the controls and staring stonily out into space. His words however, were comforting- At least she hadn't dragged the doctor into this mess to save Val, only to lose her brother to the ravaging effects of Nth contamination. Or use. 
[i]
He looked around nervously, the monitors and screens bleeping here and there, displaying statuses of different components of the ship.
"I should go stay in the med bay." he said, clearing his throat softly and leaving to return to the med bay, the one place he was sure he'd be fine, out of the way and out of trouble. 
[/i]

Viva continued to hold her silence. Not even breaking it to say thanks. If she loosed her tongue now, she'd not be able to stop- and nothing she could say or do would change the situation for the better. So she held course, and continued to monitor Luce's levels, keep her flying.  

And wait for her brother to wake up.