"Well...push comes to shove on that we're either walking away from eachother peacefully or we're doing it with blasters." Raxis turns to watch the fire, hypnotized by it. "I prefer peacefully but I'm willing to pull out hair like a girl if some trooper wants to get between me and a shuttle back home. So don't you worry...we'll be fine." There's a snort of amusement from the tall pilot to the other side of Dante followed by, "You think you've got her figured out? Or all of us?" More amused sounds, though the amusement is quiet and in some cases missing entirely.
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