As the temperature dropped, Ursa brought her hands up to her mouth, trying to warm them slightly as she shivered. Orion walked over and she turned to look at him, giving him a nod when he mentioned her name. She was about to reject the offer of his coat in protest of her pride when he paused turning to Xael.

Ursa listened in to Orion’s introduction, taking in the information with a newfound interest. She knew about the war on Valera through her boss Jerry. That sector was run by Yuri’s crew, and he was probably providing the Rulon’s with ex-grade munitions to fight the Valorian’s, or aiding the Valorians in the same manner. Hell, the bastard was probably doing runs for both. She didn’t know and she was glad that she could honestly say she knew nothing about it. Would be messy if Orion found out her compatriot was batting for the other team. She turned away looking out at the carnage before her as she tried to deduce a pathway out of here. The loss of both Phobos and the innocent lives that settled there would haunt her. She was lucky to be alive. They all were.

She turned to look at Xael with a tough reassuring smile, “[color=00a99d]Don’t worry about the fighters, Dollface. I’ve never lost a client or a vessel in my entire career and I don’t intend to anytime soon. Just in case we die though, I also want to thank you for letting us use your vessel. I’m Ursa Cooper by the way![/color]” 

She shivered again her hands shaking slightly on the handles when a jacket was draped over her and the chair. She looked up at Orion, wishing her hat didn’t fly off earlier as she felt slightly exposed. She gave him a cool look, one she used to keep most men at arms length when he spoke. She felt the urge to look away, not liking that he seemed to be able to look right through her. Her yellow eyes didn’t waver though, and even though she seemed to keep her control, she was slightly rattled. She felt the sudden urge to be honest, and to let him see the pain she carried. Perhaps it was because she could see he had it to as he said visible in his own eyes. She didn’t trust him though, she could already tell by her attitude with him that she was playing with fire. Secrets were her livelihood and the less anyone knew about her the better. So she closed up and the brief moment of truth was replaced with a mischievous smirk, her thick titanium walls closing to him as she responded lightly in a teasing drawl, “[color=00a99d]Thanks, cowboy. I bet you say that to all the pretty girls. And uh..thanks for the coat.[/color]” 

She gave him a too-wide smile as she put it on the right way, her hands shaky as she pulled it tight around her. Humor was a defense mechanism she used often, and even with the sadness just below the surface, she felt it necessary to use it now. She was already feeling warmer as she turned to watch the big behemoth, move slowly away from the destroyed remains of Phobos. She could see from a distance the release of scouting ships, with four to five heading in their direction. She swore, "[color=00a99d]Shit...[/color]" 

She then looked up at Orion at his request to help and turned to Xael, “[color=00a99d]That depends on the weapon system this ship is equipped with. Dollface, we have got five bogies coming this way, and the temperature drop will only hide us for so long. I’m assuming the big boy needs time to recharge that wave before it hits again so if we want to hyperdrive we need to do it soon. It will take too long to give me full access so you will have to man the drive.[/color]”

She turned to Ace who seemed to be spewing out commands/system checks too fast for her to comprehend, “[color=00a99d]Is uh..he okay? Seems like he has a few wires loose?[/color]”