Kana. Adept. Tall woman with blade legs. Could punch hard enough to knock a person out. Liked to plan before acting. Had a combat-suitable outfit prepared, indicating she had been expecting combat when she got on this ship. Her blade guards weren't made for combat, indicating (disturbingly but perhaps not surprisingly) that despite her reluctance to do so in this current situation, she possibly did use her blade legs to kill. Kira took in the details as they were given to her, formulating an opinion and trying to extrapolate further knowledge. Kira, despite having formal training in a martial art and being a thrill-seeking danger magnet, didn't consider herself a dangerous person necessarily. This Kana, though. [i]She[/i] was a dangerous person. Or perhaps, given her lax and amicable demeanour, she was a nice person with a dangerous job. [i]I mean, she has blades for legs. Perfect for working the cash at a convenience store, stupid,[/i] Kira berated herself.

"[color=7ea7d8]Right. Plan. Any bright ideas?[/color]"

"Well, it'd be easier to form one if we had some info on what these guys were up to," Kira said, tilting sideways into a quarter-cartwheel as she shifted her gravity back to normal and planted her feet back on the floor. She then pointed her finger at the door pinning the now unconscious assailants, then pointed behind her with the thumb of the same hand, using the motions to apply her Septima, making the door fly back into her room. She knelt down and began searching the men, now slumped onto the floor, for clues about what they were doing. Maybe they had some written orders or floor plans or something. "Was kinda' hopin' we could interrogate 'em, tee-bee-aech. Sleepin' dudes tell about as many tales as dead ones."