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Pax's face split in a wide smile as she turned towards the Veslin, but there was nothing amused about it. Her eyes were flat and hard, and there were entirely too many pointy teeth on display for it to be a pleasant expression. The Captain's fall was utterly ignored.

[color=eedf58]"Tactlessness and nihilism are my most attractive attributes,"[/color] she replied, voice surprisingly amiable considering the half-snarl half-grin she'd just given Ven. [color=eedf58]"I'm so glad you think so highly of yourself, but I'm sure your old buddies give about as much of a shit about you as we do. And I'm not [i]happy[/i] about the whole 'exterminated humans' idea, alright? I'm just not [i]surprised.[/i]"[/color]

She was well aware of her species' reputation. She was well aware of the destruction they left in their wake—she'd lived it. Pax didn't really give a damn—wasn't like she could make an entire race change their minds, even if she was one of them. But if Ven was making a more pointed reference to loss of life, they were going to have problems.

Then she turned to Riggs, settling back in her chair and taking another sip from her ration. [color=eedf58]"Who died and made you captain, gecko? The baby [i]fell over,[/i] she didn't catch plague. And if you'd ever spent more than a layover on Nomad, you'd know they sell to Council ships more often than you'd think. Sure, the worst of the worst won't touch 'em, but none of us want to get on [i]their[/i] radar, buyers or not."[/color] Pax leaned forward and set the jug back on the table, brow raised as she smiled easily. [color=eedf58]"No, what we want is low-level, not too skittish but not too experienced, either—doesn't keep exhaustive records, is desperate enough to make cash wherever they can. How do you think the frontier is won, kid?"[/color]

She shrugged, crossing both sets of arms, one on the table before her and one across her chest. [color=eedf58]"Nine's contact might work. If you can't see how much attention we're going to attract by being mutineers, though, much less [i]successful[/i] mutineers, shit, it isn't my job to educate you. You, though—"[/color] And now she pointed at Cú, eyes narrowing as she scowled. [color=eedf58]"You can speak for yourself, Scum of the Universe. I got no illusions about the Council letting me walk free, and even less illusions about where I can go other than this godforsaken ship, but I don't have to be [i]happy[/i] about risking my ass for a species that might not even thank me. If they even still [i]exist.[/i]"[/color]