((Yeah I run away for two seconds and I miss a kajillion things! XD Awww Luke, puppy! Squeee. I can't wait for you to get him, either. He sounds really sweet.))
"Hey, buddy," Tara growls, taking a step forward, "who the hell are you calling frail?"
<Now isn't the time,> Myitt cautions. <We've caused enough trouble.>
The two siblings follow the crew back to the bar. Corliss looks over at Ossanlin, trying to clear his face of blood. "Ugh. We're fine, I think, Ossanlin. It was an accident. Do you think we'd normally be so foolish?" He smiles wanly. "Anyway, what's done is done, and at least now we have some cause to discuss things with this bounty hunter on even grounds."
"Yeah, and we've pissed him off by several more orders of magnitude," Myitt grumbles, stuffing one good hand in her jacket pocket and holding the bandaged one close. Her boots go from squishing dead leaves to crunching through the gravelly parking lot.
They walk most of the rest of the way in silence, but back in the bar, Myitt settles down near the hunter and Temrash. She overhears the tail end of their conversation about the Hawjabran article. "What's your name, hunter? I'm Myitt One-Nine-Five, the jerk who shot your ship. This is my brother Corliss. Don't expect me to start groveling, I just want us to be on the level. If you expect us to help you, in order to free Temrash--who, by the way, I had no connection to prior to coming here these last couple of days--you'd better not be laying a badly planned trap. We haven't stayed alive this long by being stupid. Reckless, perhaps, but not idiots."
Corliss sits down next them, glancing over at Gaz. He didn't recognize her, but then, he didn't come here as often as his sibling. "What're you, then?" He sounds like the love child of Paul McCartney and Dave Lister. "Some kind of pirate?"