It was as if someone had flicked a switch inside of her and instead of being aggressive and threatening, she seemed quite pleased to have him sitting in her blanket pile all of a sudden. Well. Perhaps she was still aggressive, for that was just her way--she was never a smooth talker or blessed with a silver tongue but hers instead was rougher than a cat's. But she no longer looked like she was debating whether or not to cut off his ear.

"Oh. So that's what that was..." She said, glancing towards where she'd stashed the case. "I see. Well consider it good you spat on me instead of someone else." Not exactly the most eloquent of things to say, but she didn't care. "I happen to hate the military. I hate who they are and what they do and everything they stand for. And lucky for you, I was once thrown against them in battle. Of a sort. I came in the night and killed their leaders when they slept because they started war with my people when they thought they could come in and take what is ours."

Ridahne steadied herself with a steely sigh, but then a wicked smile rolled onto her dark face. She rose with all the grace of a wisp of steam and swept over to her bag, pulling from it the dark, dusty case. Ridahne held it up as if considering something, then tossed it casually to her patient.

"I say we do it. I will come. But I'm not about to give you my life, if you know what I mean. I am more concerned with my own survival than yours, as you should be also. But if I do, I will captain the ship. It will go where I say it will and I will leave this planet. In this, I will not move." She gave a nod, a very businesslike gesture and sat back down.

"I am Ridahne. You? And tell me, how did you get...stabbed? Shot?"