"Oh you cruel, [i]cruel[/i] malefactor!" she intentionally put on a grandiose and posh voice. The day just never felt right unless she made unsuccessful and half-joking sexual advances towards Alice, only to be quickly insulted with variously [i]colourful[/i] vocabulary. "You would [i]deny[/i] our love with such painful wor-" she started, but was cut off by Leon's yells of attackers. She gave a small sigh.

The fact that Krista was pretty much the only one on the crew without extensive combat experience didn't exactly worry her too much -- all she had to do was make it up by being the most charming motherfucker on the boat. Well, that, and contributing in other ways, such as the delivery agreements, and the fact a language gap being bridged often made things a much smoother process. In this case, she was around because of her knowledge of Indonesian -- she would've just stayed home if her language skills weren't needed. Unfortunately, in moments like this, she pretty much had to rely solely on her crew-mates -- she was a Professional Polyglot ("The capitalisation is necessary"), not a gunman. Her line of work seemed to be afford a certain amount of crippling overspecialisation. She had a gun, but couldn't use it worth shit. The only reason she had lived so long in Roanapur was because she managed to get friends and contacts. In conclusion -- into the cabins she went. She grabbed her jacket from the ground, and moved to the hatch. "Yeah, you guys have fun!" she said hurriedly as an aside comment and she descended.

She un-holstered her weapon --instinctively, more than anything, she didn't actually think she'd shoot anyone today-- and moved towards the bridge, where Jack was.

"Can we get away from them?"