[h3]Raven's Trespass [right]T'a Tarinai[/right][/h3][hr]

T'a woke to a pinching sensation in her arm.  Blinking her eyes groggily, she reached up to rub her eyes only to discover that something tugged at her arm to prevent her from lifting it higher than chest height.  Momentary panic flitted through her, thinking it was some sort of restraint.  With her eyes adjusting to the harsh light after so many weeks in darkness, it took T'a a few seconds to look down at her arm and realize that there was a needle and tubing poking out of it.  "What the...?" she muttered in Zelosian, having never seen an intravenous setup before in her life. 

Looking up, she discovered that she was indeed being observed.  "Hi, I'm T'a," she said weakly in still accented Basic.  "Might I ask why there's a needle in my arm?  I've heard rumors of Empire truth serum. If you want to use that, I have no problem with it. I'm just a stowaway with nothing to hide."  She looked down at herself, surprised that her weapons hadn't been confiscated yet, although it was little wonder since the stun baton was nonlethal and the blaster's insides were half-melted and unusable without repair anyway. She looked back up at them with a wary expression, green eyes a little bit more colored in from their near milky white state of earlier malnutrition.  They were still lighter than most of her race's eyes, but current observers might not have any other Zelosians through whom to compare.  It was times like these where she really hated being so naive and in the dark. Thinking of herself as an adult at a mere nineteen was still difficult; yet here she was, with her fate riding on every word that came out of her mouth. She imagined a litany of her late grandmother's sarcastic responses to her current predicament.