The moment the captain mentioned the need for a distraction, Trish knew this was her time to speak up. After all, she already had the plan ready, and the distraction hung loosely at her hip. But there was no way she was going alone, not if she was part of a crew now. The pilot already gleaned her role, Trish had no desire to work with the captain one on one, and couldn't be sure if the mechanic would keep problems off her back. That left the addict, Angel. Trish didn't know how many of the stories she'd heard were true, but if only a few were, then Angel would be very valuable at her side. 

Just before she spoke, there was a pang of guilt. She was this terrorist everyone was looking for, well, one of them. She didn't hold the fanatical beliefs of her last client, but they paid her to blow things, and people, up. She'd never used an alias before, and really didn't want to start now. So, she simply didn't say her name. Looking toward Angel, [color=fff200][i][b]"I have a distraction all ready to go. It was my backup plan in case..."[/b][/i][/color] gesturing to the group, [color=fff200][i][b]"This didn't pan out."[/b][/i][/color] Glancing over at the pilot, [color=fff200][b][i]"How long will you need to pick out a suitable ship?"[/i][/b][/color]

She wondered if the mechanic might join the pilot, in order to ensure that it would in fact fly. Looking back to Angel, [color=fff200][b][i]"I might need your help, in case... Trouble shows up. I cannot be interrupted during this."[/i][/b][/color] Her eyes moving over to the captain, Amir, though more on his torso, never meeting his eyes, she found her nervous finger touching return. That was when she realized her plan needed a bit of altering, since the original just required her to get to the emergency escape pods. If she needed to get to the ship hangar, that meant lift access. [color=fff200][b][i]"If, um, you could, um, keep the lift ready on B6, that would, ah.., really help."[/i][/b][/color] 

As soon as she was done, her gaze quickly moved away from him, her nervous tick stopping, and her hand now resting on her satchel with her baby inside. Hopefully they were okay with her plan, then she could relax a bit, knowing she had a clear way out.