[i]Hell. Fucking hell. 

Shit hell and fucking hell.

This was bad.[/i] 

Pria threw a slurry of curses around in her head, not finding an immediate solution like she wanted. She had no time to think, which was her least favorite amount of time, when it came to thinking. 

She'd have to take off the auto-pilot. She [i]should[/i] be able to do that, considering she spent the day figuring out how the ship worked. But it would take time, and again, she didn't have any. Her only weapons were her staff, and her magic. Neither of which she could use to destroy a ship, let alone two. Also the idea of killing anyone sent chills down her spine. Seeing as the signal wouldn't go through, they wouldn't even get help until they got out of here. Which meant they either had to do as told, or die. 

She exchanged a nervous look back to Hensen. Wondering if he had anything up his sleeve. Judging by the terrified way he looked and Pria felt, their chances weren't good. 

But should she try? She like she should. Attempt to save the ship and make a daring escape. That's what she wanted to do, wasn't it? Help people? How could she if she couldn't help her first real client? Let alone herself. She looked to the man on the screen, trying to think of some way to maybe at least buy some time. 

"Alright." 

She said dryly. Attempting to regain some composure. 

"You can board." 

She didn't say anything else. If anything was going to get done, they needed movement. Better at least seem defenseless.