[color=c71585][i]Well, now... who might you be?[/i][/color]

Rikku tilted their head at the frantic-looking chap down the hall. Based on his dress, he couldn’t be with the hijackers, though he could be some sort of specialist… no. The way he was clearly stumbling to get away, rather than unnecessarily waving his member around like the dead terrorist in their cabin, also pointed toward “civilian.”

Of course, this brought its own dilemma. Rikku didn’t like being seen on the job. Particularly after just turning a highjacker into a Pez dispenser. The wrong words in the wrong place could put a face to the name so many had on their lips, and that would be the end of that, as far as their career went. Of course, they couldn’t just gut the poor fool- turning civilians into sashimi was one of those things that was horribly damning to one’s reputation.

As they mulled this over, the man spoke.

“Don’t suppose you’re with them, then? The dodgy gits goin’ round bashing all the doors in, I mean.”

Rikku considered the man for a moment, their options, and finally decided on a course of action.

[color=c71585]”Hm. No, I don’t suppose I am. And I don’t suppose you are, either, judging by the cold sweat.”[/color]

They walked closer, flicking the blood from their sword.

[color=c71585]”I have business with these hijackers, as it turns out. I’d suggest you return to your cabin, but they’ve probably knocked the damn handle off, same as mine. I can’t very well leave you here to be harpooned by some Neanderthal, so… follow me. I’ll see us through this mess, but please, don’t end up underfoot. I can’t guarantee your safety if you’re between me and my enemy.”[/color]

[@Zeroth]