She doesn't quite ask, but he answers anyway. A name, a place, a reason to leave. Captain Ivan Xav Vorpatril, in the Old Town district of Vorbarr Sultana--if she can just remember that, she can get out of here. Captain Ivan Xav Vorpatril, in the Old Town district of Vorbarr Sultana.
And things implied, like don't cross these men and their swords and get as far away as possible and the Cetagandans won't be any more help--she does her best to store all of it away.
At the suggestion that she join him looking for this Vorpatril, she just tries to look like she's thinking about it, neither too eager nor too repulsed. Given the choice, she'd leave without him and probably never see him again; it seems far safer than leaving herself in his private company, indebted to him, no less.
"Earth." There are plenty more specifics, but she's not sure how much countries and states matter when most of their residents are dead. Voice purposely light, she admits, "I didn't know there were other options before this."
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And things implied, like don't cross these men and their swords and get as far away as possible and the Cetagandans won't be any more help--she does her best to store all of it away.
At the suggestion that she join him looking for this Vorpatril, she just tries to look like she's thinking about it, neither too eager nor too repulsed. Given the choice, she'd leave without him and probably never see him again; it seems far safer than leaving herself in his private company, indebted to him, no less.
"Earth." There are plenty more specifics, but she's not sure how much countries and states matter when most of their residents are dead. Voice purposely light, she admits, "I didn't know there were other options before this."