The cloaked figure, with the giant standing behind, tensed at the sight of the marines.  Her left hand clenched, tight enough to force the veins to show like a declaration of war. Gritting her teeth was all she could do to keep from jumping into her buddy, and making a move towards the marine, yapping about everyone standing back during the fight.  It was infuriating.  

Then, little by little, the man's words started to meet her.  Gears began to turn.  mathematical figures danced in her vision.  The ghost thing, like a ghost.  Could that be the captain?  It had to be, right?  The odds of everyone regrouping, after the butchery, the ghost stuff.  Licking her lips, the figure nodded, and pushed herself off from the chair.   

"Oh Well" Sophie sighed.  No time for a drink now.  "So much for getting together in secret, and figuring out a plan of attack."  She shrugged as she started forwards, motioning the large figure to follow.  

"Don't worry about us" the voice from the cloak was small, but tight like a bow's string.  "My friend and I will make things easy, and just leave, while you big brave marines, hero and all, wait here cowering, and chugging down booze."  

She didn't wait for a reply.  Nothing the marines said mattered.  Not that she didn't hope they would try something.  It would give her friend and her a chance to release some of the frustration that was building up inside her.  

Just one excuse.