Jet slowly turned, his eyes tracking Aellyn as she glided past him, her footsteps echoing softly in the dimly lit corridor. A slow, deliberate smirk crept across his face, the kind that hinted at a thousand untold stories. He glanced down, shaking his head softly, a chuckle rumbling in his chest as he watched her make her way down the narrow passageway, the flickering lights casting long shadows.
Then, he turned back to Fel, a glint of amusement dancing in his eyes. “You know, I think I got a good feeling about this one.” he said, his voice carrying a rough edge, like gravel crunching underfoot.
“It’s been a while since we had someone with some real grit on board, especially stuck with the likes of us.” He paused, scratching his beard with his metallic hand, the sound of metal on stubble filling the silence like a familiar tune.
Jet leaned back against the wall, folding his arms across his chest. “She’s got that fire in her eyes, the kind that says she’s ready for anything. Reminds me of the old days, full of reckless ambition.” He added with a wry smile, his gaze lingering on the spot where Aellyn had disappeared.
He then turned his attention back to Fel, his expression growing more serious. “we gotta be careful, though, kid. This ain’t for the faint-hearted. She might have the spark, but she ready for that fire?” Jet’s eyes narrowed slightly as he considered the possibilities.
The ship’s engines hummed softly in the background, a constant reminder of the journey ahead. Jet’s thoughts drifted back to Aellyn, her determined stride and the fire in her eyes. He couldn’t shake the feeling that she was different, somehow.