[b]Quintus[/b] and Joe, you come into view of the ship's brig. As you do, Cho spots the two of you through the glassteel. He's... well, he's [i]better[/i], at least. In the intervening hours, he's managed to haul himself up on the bench and sit upright--all the better to really get a good yell going. He's on the tail end of a bellow when you walk in; as he gets the words out, you see him wince and hold his side with his uninjured arm. 

He draws in another lungful, but catches sight of you and releases it. The assassin takes a second, breathing more shallowly, but soon meets each of your eyes in turn.

"Thank you for giving me an audience," he says, his tone formal. "I understand that my life is forfeit for abandoning my post. I am not asking for clemency for myself, but I would like to beg for the life of my young charge." Despite the reddish tinge from hollering his lungs out, his expression when you walked in was a mask--but now something in the eyes looks concerned. "She... she is still alive, isn't she?"