Re: Prologue: Of Pride and Purgatory
Oriana snorts and rolls her eyes, laughing with genuine amusement.
"Tell you what, Terrachova... How about a truce? You stop insulting my boss, and I'll stop insulting your ship. After all, come tomorrow morning I suppose Skyfisher's going to be your ship, at least temporarily, and you're going to be my..."
She stops speaking, and flashes a huge, shit-eating grin. "On second thought, feel free to continue insulting my boss." With that, she tilts her head down and blatantly winks at Hector over the rim of her glasses, before being roughly shoved forward by her droid guardian.
"You'll like my handiwork, though, trust me," she snickers over her shoulder, while stumbling ahead once more.