Fucking hell. They were here a lot faster then she had hoped. Their ships didn't look super fancy so she was hoping they'd have to go through the long process of physical docking. Instead they were warp-capable. 

Alright then, time to make due. She took a deep breath, paling a little at the sight of the two confident men. She wasn't ready at all for this, but it's not like they'd give her any time. She started walking forward, ahead to them instead of the seat. She held her collapsed staff in an outstretched fist ahead of her. One end pointing towards her, and one forward to the enemy. 

"I know it's not much, but I'm armed. I just thought you should know." She said, with a hair of confidence. She stopped partway over, so that one of them would have to come to her to disarm her. She had another hand in her pocket, tightly clenching her trusty mirror. No time but the present. 

As the man stepped forward to grab the thing, she clenched hard on it, causing it's automatic process of quickly expanding to it's full length. This was a trick she had used before to push over things far too heavy for herself. The force that this staff output when expanding was enough to wind you, or give a black eye. She held it level to his sternum, hoping for the first. She raised her mirror to ready in response to the assumed blast or strike from the other assailant. A prayer of good fortune to her goddess racing through her head. 

[i]"Dear Astem, mother of reflections and patron of strength within. Holy shit please let this work"[/i]