[color=7ea7d8]"Do you all actually think we have fucking time to stop by all of your ships!? The planet is fucking being destroyed you dickweeds!"[/color] Xael growled, the sound echoing through the cockpit as she sat down after Cel moved from the chair. She tried to ignore the other guy's comments. Obviously his little robot buddy didn't know shit because Xael's ship was one of the best live in ships from her planet. Sure, maybe it wasn't built for war, but that wasn't what she was about. Either way, it pissed her off, and her eyes flashed a bright blue before returning to the normal blue. 

[color=00a651]"I can fix that up for you if you would like. Make it just like new."[/color] Cel said, offering to heal the wound at the back of her head. She would need to shower to get the blood out of her hair, and figured if he could fix the problem, she might as well let him, despite being annoyed.

[color=7ea7d8]"Sure, I guess. In the meantime, you can explain to me about your mob boss conversation while we get to safety."[/color]