Mira was nothing if not quick-witted. At the arrival of the soldiers, she shifted immediately from her tired, somewhat closed-off facade to an image that fit what would be expected of her: the classic whore. She let the straps of her dress fall nearly free from her shoulders, and practically draped herself against the bar, drink held lazily in one hand. Her mouth shifted from a firm half-frown to a soft pout, and she carefully pulled a strand of her fiery-red hair free to dangle in front of her face. The transformation complete, she hoped to blend into the background of the bar, appearing at once appealing and beneath the notice of the guards and pirates alike. It was a dangerous balance; if she took the facade too far, she'd draw attention rather than avoiding it, but it was her best shot at the moment. Better to be dismissed as just another harlot than to be seen as a lovely bystander, worthy of the attention of the pirates or guards.

Half of her worries disappeared as quickly as the bullets flying into the heads of the guards. It was down to the pirates and the tavern's inhabitants, and Mira didn't fancy her chances if it came down to an altercation. She slowly began trailing one hand towards her plunging collar, resting her fingers lightly on the handle of the tiny steam-powered pistol tucked inside her garments. She hoped it wouldn't come to that, as the Pirate captain had apparent invulnerability when it came to anything metallic, which all of her weapons were. With a frustrated, though quiet, sigh, she let her arm fall back to her side. She had little to no chance if it came to a fight; it was better to stay in the background.

Her careful consideration was cut off by the arrival of the metal-clad... whatever it was. Apparently ignorant of the threat before him, the man (creature?) was suddenly the center of everyone's attention... and Mira was afforded a glimpse of the gem which had until now been hidden from her view. It was a lovely thing... well worth risking a chance at theft... But no. There were simply too many pirates. She sighed petulantly and whispered, soft as a breath, to the mute girl seated near her. "Is there any chance that you know a secret exit... maybe a trapdoor in the cellar or something? This has to be the best time to get out of here..."

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