Myitt is drawn into Ossanlin's big, reptilian hug, and she awkwardly hugs him back.
When he releases her, she smiles, brushing a few tousles of hair out of her face.
"Hey, Ossanlin, don't mention it," she says quietly. "I wish I could take back a lot of what's happened today, but I don't think there's much that could permanently damage our friendship. I am grateful for that."
Mar's unctuous response makes her turn to him, a strange shiver running down her human spine. Her anger flares again.
"No, I have a dead friend to take care of, and I'm tired, and I need to go back to my real life," Myitt snarls at Mar. "It's been fun."
She gives Ossanlin another glance. "See you around," she murmurs, and she stalks off toward her ship.
While walking away, she draws her comm link.
"Corliss?" she snaps.
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Corliss jumps a bit and sets down his drink, taking out the rather loud link and accessing the volume control.
"Yes, what is it?" he hisses.
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"I'm leaving," Myitt says abruptly. "I'm taking Justin's body and getting the hell out of here. You can stay, if you'd like, I can handle myself."
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Corliss stares down at the link. A significant part of him felt the fresh wave of grief from the loss of their friends, and the obligation to help his brother.
"Wait a moment, I'll--" he starts, when there is a loud explosion, sending bits of splintered wood across the front half of the bar. He winces and shades his eyes from the noise and the wooden shrapnel, and with his free hand he draws his Dracon.
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Myitt stops in her tracks, staring down at the link.
"Corliss? What the hell was that? Hello?" she responds in alarm, looking over her shoulder at the smoldering bar, eyes wide.
"****," she hisses, and turns back, jogging towards the building around the hulks of ruined ships.