Ahras sat at the back of the room and watched silently, letting out a small grunt of gratitude when the major said he would leave to go grab him a scarf. Wiping up a bit of blood from the CIM card, he began fiddling with it, playing with the communicator. It was probably more like a radio that a walky-talky, though even radios had limited range. Ahras did know, however, that the signal was probably strong enough to detect them if they left even the planet.

He would have to try and crack it open once they were out of the guard's hearing range, see what was inside, hopefully that didn't set off any alarms. Placing it at his side, Ahras eyed Scenay, uncomfortable with his authoritativeness. Ahras began to feel more and more terrified, his face turning an eggshell white. He wasn't a criminal, he wasn't a murderer, he wasn't going to kill someone, he was going to have to get out, he had to leave.

[color=f9ad81]"Uhh... are there any pirates in this system?"[/color] he suddenly blurted out, having no idea what he was even talking about. [color=f9ad81]"I-I mean, is our uh... t-target... a pirate?"[/color] he began mentally beating himself for saying something so stupid.